"He keeps writing me letters and putting
them in my desk or in my reader. I never answer one of them, but
he keeps on. And in the last one, mind you, he said he'd do
something desperate right off if I wouldn't promise to marry him
when we grew up."
"Just think, Cecily, you've had a proposal already," said Sara Ray
in an awe-struck tone.
"But he hasn't done anything desperate yet, and that was last
week," commented Felicity, with a toss of her head.
"He sent me a lock of his hair and wanted one of mine in
exchange," continued Cecily indignantly. "I tell you I sent his
back to him pretty quick."
"Did you never answer any of his letters?" asked Sara Ray.
"No, indeed! I guess not!"
"Do you know," said Felicity, "I believe if you wrote him just
once and told him your exact opinion of him in good plain English
it would cure him of his nonsense."
"I couldn't do that. I haven't enough spunk," confessed Cecily
with a blush. "But I'll tell you what I did do once. He wrote me
a long letter last week. It was just awfully SOFT, and every
other word was spelled wrong. He even spelled baking soda, 'bacon
soda!'"
"What on earth had he to say about baking soda in a love-letter?"
asked Felicity.
"Oh, he said his mother sent him to the store for some and he
forgot it because he was thinking about me.
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