`` 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 said , quite meekly . `` That is , I 'll compose it . But you 'll have to copy it . You can imitate the Old Fellow 's handwriting so well . '' `` But look here , '' I said , an uncomfortable idea striking me , `` what about Sylvia ? Wo n't she feel kind of flattish when she finds out he did n't write it ? For of course he 'll tell her . We have n't anything against her , you know . '' `` Oh , Sylvia wo n't care , '' said Ruggles serenely .
`` She 's the sort XXXXX girl who can take a joke .
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