Cecily had a good deal of Mother Eve's wisdom tucked away in that smooth, brown head of hers.
"Cecily, do you ever intend to be married ?" asked Sara in a confidential tone.
"Goodness!" cried Cecily, quite shocked.

"It will be time enough when I grow up to think of that, Sara." "I should think you'd have to think of it now, with Cyrus Brisk as crazy after you as he is." "I wish Cyrus Brisk was at the bottom of the Red Sea," exclaimed Cecily, goaded into a spurt of temper by mention of the detested name.
"What has Cyrus been doing now ?" asked Felicity, coming around the corner of the hedge.
"Doing NOW! It's ALL the time.

He just worries me to death," returned Cecily angrily.

"He keeps writing me letters and putting them in my desk or in my reader.

I never answer one of them, but he keeps on.