"He just worries my life out.

And what I mind most of all is, he sits and looks at me in school with such melancholy, reproachful eyes when he ought to be working sums.

I won't look at him, but I FEEL him staring at me, and it makes me so nervous." "They say his mother was out of her mind at one time," said Felicity.
I do not think Felicity was quite well pleased that Cyrus should have passed over her rose-red prettiness to set his affections on that demure elf of a Cecily.

She did not want the allegiance of Cyrus in the least, but it was something of a slight that he had not wanted her to want it.
"And he sends me pieces of poetry he cuts out of the papers," Cecily went on, "with lots of the lines marked with a lead pencil.

Yesterday he put one in his letter, and this is what he marked: "'If you will not relent to me Then must I learn to know Darkness alone till life be flown.
Here--I have the piece in my sewing-bag--I'll read it all to you." Those three graceless girls read the sentimental rhyme and giggled over it.