Just look at it. I'll have to cut the other to make
them fair--and they'll look so awful stubby."
But Cyrus' acquirement of the chunk of hair was his last triumph.
His downfall was near; and, although it involved Cecily in a most
humiliating experience, over which she cried half the following
night, in the end she confessed it was worth undergoing just to
get rid of Cyrus.
Mr. Perkins was an exceedingly strict disciplinarian. No
communication of any sort was permitted between his pupils during
school hours. Anyone caught violating this rule was promptly
punished by the infliction of one of the weird penances for which
Mr. Perkins was famous, and which were generally far worse than
ordinary whipping.
One day in school Cyrus sent a letter across to Cecily. Usually
he left his effusions in her desk, or between the leaves of her
books; but this time it was passed over to her under cover of the
desk through the hands of two or three scholars. Just as Em
Frewen held it over the aisle Mr. Perkins wheeled around from his
station before the blackboard and caught her in the act.
"Bring that here, Emmeline," he commanded.
Cyrus turned quite pale. Em carried the note to Mr. Perkins. He
took it, held it up, and scrutinized the address.
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