The girls are always a little provoked at him because he is so shy and absent-minded , but when it comes to the point , they like him too . I heard Emma White say once that he was `` so handsome '' ; I nearly whooped . Ruggles was mad because he 's gone on Em . For the idea of calling a thin , pale , dark , dreamy-looking chap like the Old Fellow `` handsome '' was more than I could stand without guffawing . Em probably said it to provoke Ruggles ; she could n't really have thought it . `` Micky , '' the English professor , now -- if she had called him handsome there would have been some sense in it . He is splendid : big six-footer with magnificent muscles , red cheeks , and curly yellow hair . I ca n't see how he can be contented to sit down and teach mushy English literature and poetry and that sort of thing . It would have been more in keeping with the Old Fellow . There was a rumour running at large in the Academy that the Old Fellow wrote poetry , but he ran the mathematics and did n't make such a foozle of it as you might suppose , either . Ruggles and I meant to get square with the Old Fellow , if it took all the term ; at least , we said so . But if Providence had n't sent Sylvia Grant walking down the street past our boarding house that afternoon , we should probably have cooled off before we thought of any working plan of revenge . Sylvia Grant did go down the street , however . Ruggles , hanging halfway out of the window as usual , saw her , and called me to go and look . Of course I went . Sylvia Grant was always worth looking at . 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 , XXXXX course .
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