There was no girl in Frampton who could hold a candle to her when it came to beauty . As for brains , that is another thing altogether . My private opinion is that Sylvia had n't any , or she would never have preferred -- but there , I 'm getting on too fast again . Ruggles should have written this story ; he can concentrate better . Sylvia was the Latin professor 's daughter ; she was n't a Cad girl , of course . She was over twenty and had graduated from it two years ago , but she was in all the social things that went on in the Academy ; and all the unmarried professors , except the Old Fellow , were in love with her . Micky had it the worst , and we had all made up our minds that Sylvia would marry Micky . He was so handsome , we did n't see how she could help it . I tell you , they made a dandy-looking couple when they were together . Well , as I said before , I toddled to the window to have a look at the fair Sylvia . She was all togged out in some new fall duds , and I guess she 'd come out to show them off . They were brownish , kind of , and she 'd a spanking hat on with feathers and things in it . Her hair was shining under it , all purply-black , and she looked sweet enough to eat . Then she saw Ruggles and me and she waved her hand and laughed , and her big blackish-blue eyes sparkled ; but she had n't been laughing before , or sparkling either . I 'd thought she looked kind of glum , and I wondered if she and Micky had had a falling out . I rather suspected it , for at the Senior Prom , three nights before , she had hardly looked at Micky , but had sat in a corner and talked to the Old Fellow . He did n't do much talking ; he was too shy , and he looked mighty uncomfortable . I thought it kind of mean of Sylvia to torment him so , when she knew he hated to have to talk to girls , but when I saw Micky scowling at the corner , I knew she was doing it to make him jealous . 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 XXXXX , 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 .
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