Then she saw Ruggles and me and she waved her hand and laughed , and her big blackish-blue eyes sparkled ; but she had n't been laughing before , or sparkling either . I 'd thought she looked kind of glum , and I wondered if she and Micky had had a falling out . I rather suspected it , for at the Senior Prom , three nights before , she had hardly looked at Micky , but had sat in a corner and talked to the Old Fellow . He did n't do much talking ; he was too shy , and he looked mighty uncomfortable . I thought it kind of mean of Sylvia to torment him so , when she knew he hated to have to talk to girls , but when I saw Micky scowling at the corner , I knew she was doing it to make him jealous . Girls wo n't stick at anything when they want to provoke a chap ; I know it to my cost , for Jennie Price -- but that has nothing to do with this story . Just across the square Sylvia met the Old Fellow and bowed . He lifted his hat and passed on , but after a few steps he turned and looked back ; he caught Sylvia doing the same thing , so he wheeled and came on , looking mighty foolish . As he passed beneath our window Ruggles chuckled fiendishly . `` I 've thought of something , Polly , '' he said -- my name is Paul . `` Bet you it will make the Old Fellow squirm . Let 's write a letter to Sylvia Grant -- a love letter -- and sign the Old Fellow 's name to it . She 'll give him a fearful snubbing , and we 'll be revenged . '' `` But who 'll write it ? '' I said doubtfully . `` I ca n't . You 'll have to , Ruggles . You 've had more practice . '' Ruggles turned red . I know he writes to Em White in vacations .
`` I 'll do my best , '' he XXXXX , quite meekly .
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