I hope he won't find out how silly I am.

He called me his golden idol--" Henrietta, with a scream of rage, tore the letter across, and stamped upon it.

When the paroxysm subsided she picked up the pieces, held them together as accurately as her trembling hands could, and read on.
"-- but he is not all honey, and will say the most severe things sometimes if he thinks he ought to.

He has made me so ashamed of my ignorance that I am resolved to stay here for another term at least, and study as hard as I can.

I have not begun yet, as it is not worth while at the eleventh hour of this term; but when I return in January I will set to work in earnest.