I'm going to write to her to-day.

You get a pencil and paper for me quick." Jack's admiration of Harold was too great to admit of any question of his design.

He would have said no one else was worthy to tie Mary's shoe, for he, too, worshiped her--but afar off.

He was one of those whom women recognize only as gentle and useful beings, plain and unobtrusive.
He brought the pad and pencil and sat by while the letter was written.
Harold's was not a nature of finedrawn distinctions; he wrote as he fought, swift and determined, and the letter was soon finished, read, and approved by Jack.
"Now, don't you let anybody see you give that to her," Harold said in parting.
"Trust me," Jack stanchly replied, and both felt that here was business of greatest importance.

Jack proceeded at once to walk on the street which led past Mary's boarding place, and hung about the corner, in the hope of meeting Mary on her return from school.