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 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 XXXXX flattish when she finds out he did n't write it ?
As about across at beneath for of on to with