Either you will do as I have bidden you, or you will sit for three days with"-- Mr.Perkins' eye skimmed over the school-room to find a boy who was sitting alone--"with Cyrus Brisk." This choice of Mr.Perkins, who knew nothing of the little drama of emotions that went on under the routine of lessons and exercises in his domain, was purely accidental, but we took it at the time as a stroke of diabolical genius.

It left Cecily no choice.

She would have done almost anything before she would have sat with Cyrus Brisk.

With flashing eyes she tore open the letter, snatched up the chalk, and dashed at the blackboard.
In a few minutes the contents of that letter graced the expanse usually sacred to more prosaic compositions.

I cannot reproduce it verbatim, for I had no after opportunity of refreshing my memory.