But I remember that it was exceedingly sentimental and exceedingly ill-spelled--for Cecily mercilessly copied down poor Cyrus' mistakes.

He wrote her that he wore her hare over his hart--"and he stole it," Cecily threw passionately over her shoulder at Mr.Perkins--that her eyes were so sweet and lovely that he couldn't find words nice enuf to describ them, that he could never forget how butiful she had looked in prar meeting the evening before, and that some meels he couldn't eat for thinking of her, with more to the same effect and he signed it "yours till deth us do part, Cyrus Brisk." As the writing proceeded we scholars exploded into smothered laughter, despite our awe of Mr.Perkins.

Mr.Perkins himself could not keep a straight face.

He turned abruptly away and looked out of the window, but we could see his shoulders shaking.

When Cecily had finished and had thrown down the chalk with bitter vehemence, he turned around with a very red face.
"That will do.