`` Well , men do n't like cry-babies , '' said Cecily sagely . Cecily had a good deal of Mother Eve 's wisdom tucked away in that smooth , brown head of hers . `` Cecily , do you ever intend to be married ? '' asked Sara in a confidential tone . `` Goodness ! '' cried Cecily , quite shocked . `` It will be time enough when I grow up to think of that , Sara . '' `` I should think you 'd have to think of it now , with Cyrus Brisk as crazy after you as he is . '' `` I wish Cyrus Brisk was at the bottom of the Red Sea , '' exclaimed Cecily , goaded into a spurt of temper by mention of the detested name . `` What has Cyrus been doing now ? '' asked Felicity , coming around the corner of the hedge . `` Doing NOW ! It 's ALL the time . He just worries me to death , '' returned Cecily angrily . `` 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 would n'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 has n'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 XXXXX him pretty quick . ''
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