I have never seen him since , and I do not even know if he is alive . But -- but -- I could never care for any other man . '' `` Oh , how interesting ! '' sighed Wilhelmina . `` I do so love sad love stories . But perhaps he will come back some day yet , Miss Holmes . '' `` Oh , no , never now , '' I said , shaking my head . `` He has forgotten all about me , I dare say . Or if he has n't , he has never forgiven me . '' Mary Gillespie 's Susan Jane announced tea at this moment , and I was thankful , for my imagination was giving out , and I did n't know what question those girls would ask next . But I felt already a change in the mental atmosphere surrounding me , and all through supper I was thrilled with a secret exultation . Repentant ? Ashamed ? Not a bit of it ! I 'd have done the same thing over again , and all I felt sorry for was that I had n't done it long ago . When I got home that night Nancy looked at me wonderingly , and said : `` You look like a girl to-night , Miss Charlotte . '' `` I feel like one , '' I said laughing ; and I ran to my room and did what I had never done before -- wrote a second poem in the same day . I had to have some outlet for my feelings . I called it `` In Summer Days of Long Ago , '' and I worked Mary Gillespie 's roses and Cecil Fenwick 's eyes into it , and made it so sad and reminiscent and minor-musicky that I felt perfectly happy . For the next two months all went well and merrily .
Nobody ever said anything more to me about Cecil Fenwick , but the girls all chattered freely to me of their little love affairs , and I became a sort of general confidant XXXXX them .
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