`` 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 of girl who can take a joke . I 've seen her eyes shine over tricks we 've played on the professors before now . She 'll just laugh . Besides , she does n't like the Old Fellow a bit . I know from the way she acts with him . She 's always so cool and stiff when he 's about , not a bit like she is with the other professors . '' Well , Ruggles wrote the letter . At first he tried to pass it off on me as his own composition . But I know a few little things , and one of them is that Ruggles could n't have made up that letter any more than he could have written a sonnet . I told him so , and made him own up . He had a copy of an old letter that had been written to his sister by her young man . I suppose Ruggles had stolen it , but there is no use inquiring too closely into these things .
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