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n the broiling sun…shine。 And while Cecily sat thus； diligently working a fraction sum on her slate； that base Cyrus asked permission to go out； having previously borrowed a pair of scissors from one of the big girls who did fancy work at the noon recess。 Outside； Cyrus sneaked up close to the window and cut off a piece of Cecily's hair。
This rape of the lock did not produce quite such terrible consequences as the more famous one in Pope's poem； but Cecily's soul was no less agitated than Belinda's。 She cried all the way home from school about it； and only checked her tears when Dan declared he'd fight Cyrus and make him give it up。
〃Oh； no； You mustn't。〃 said Cecily； struggling with her sobs。 〃I won't have you fighting on my account for anything。 And besides； he'd likely lick youhe's so big and rough。 And the folks at home might find out all about it； and Uncle Roger would never give me any peace； and mother would be cross； for she'd never believe it wasn't my fault。 It wouldn't be so bad if he'd only taken a little； but he cut a great big chunk right off the end of one of the braids。 Just look at it。 I'll have to cut the other to make them fairand they'll look so awful stubby。〃
But Cyrus' acquirement of the chunk of hair was his last triumph。 His downfall was near； and； although it involved Cecily in a most humiliating experience； over which she cried half the following night； in the end she confessed it was worth undergoing just to get rid of Cyrus。
Mr。 Perkins was an exceedingly strict disciplinarian。 No communication of any sort was permitted between his pupils during school hours。 Anyone caught violating this rule was promptly punished by the infliction of one of the weird penances for which Mr。 Perkins was famous； and which were generally far worse than ordinary whipping。
One day in school Cyrus sent a letter across to Cecily。 Usually he left his effusions in her desk； or between the leaves of her books； but this time it was passed over to her under cover of the desk through the hands of two or three scholars。 Just as Em Frewen held it over the aisle Mr。 Perkins wheeled around from his station before the blackboard and caught her in the act。
〃Bring that here； Emmeline；〃 he commanded。
Cyrus turned quite pale。 Em carried the note to Mr。 Perkins。 He took it； held it up； and scrutinized the address。
〃Did you write this to Cecily； Emmeline？〃 he asked。
〃No； sir。〃
〃Who wrote it then？〃
Em said quite shamelessly that she didn't knowit had just been passed over from the next row。
〃And I suppose you have no idea where it came from？〃 said Mr。 Perkins； with his frightful； sardonic grin。 〃Well； perhaps Cecily can tell us。 You may take your seat； Emmeline； and you will remain at the foot of your spelling class for a week as punishment for passing the note。 Cecily； come here。〃
Indignant Em sat down and poor； innocent Cecily was haled forth to public ignominy。 She went with a crimson face。
〃Cecily；〃 said her tormentor； 〃do you know who wrote this letter to you？〃
Cecily； like a certain renowned personage； could not tell a lie。
〃II think so； sir；〃 she murmured faintly。
〃Who was it？〃
〃I can't tell you that；〃 stammered Cecily； on the verge of tears。
〃Ah！〃 said Mr。 Perkins politely。 〃Well； I suppose I could easily find out by opening it。 But it is very impolite to open other people's letters。 I think I have a better plan。 Since you refuse to tell me who wrote it； open it yourself； take this chalk； and copy the contents on the blackboard that we may all enjoy them。 And sign the writer's name at the bottom。〃
〃Oh；〃 gasped Cecily； choosing the lesser of two evils； 〃I'll tell you who wrote itit was
〃Hush！〃 Mr。 Perkins checked her with a gentle motion of his hand。 He was always most gentle when most inexorable。 〃You did not obey me when I first ordered you to tell me the writer。 You cannot have the privilege of doing so now。 Open the note； take the chalk； and do as I command you。〃
Worms will turn； and even meek； mild； obedient little souls like Cecily may be goaded to the point of wild； sheer rebellion。
〃II won't！〃 she cried passionately。
Mr。 Perkins； martinet though he was； would hardly； I think； have inflicted such a punishment on Cecily； who was a favourite of his； had he known the real nature of that luckless missive。 But； as he afterwards admitted； he thought it was merely a note from some other girl； of such trifling sort as school…girls are wont to write； and moreover； he had already committed himself to the decree； which； like those of Mede and Persian； must not alter。 To let Cecily off； after her mad defiance； would be to establish a revolutionary precedent。
〃So you really think you won't？〃 he queried smilingly。 〃Well； on second thoughts； you may take your choice。 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。 But I remember that it was exceedingly sentimental and exceedingly ill…spelledfor 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。 Perkinsthat 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。 You may sit down。 Cyrus； since it seems you are the guilty person； take the eraser and wipe that off the board。 Then go stand in the corner； facing the room； and hold your arms straight above your head until I tell you to take them down。〃
Cyrus obeyed and Cecily fled to her seat and wept； nor did Mr。 Perkins meddle with her more that day。 She bore her burden of humiliation bitterly for several days； until she was suddenly comforted by a realization that Cyrus had ceased to persecute her。 He wrote no more letters； he gazed no longer in rapt adoration； he brought no more votive offerings of gum and pen