must be modified somewhat to help him in his present conquest.
He tied her hair to the back of her desk; he snowballed her and
his sister Gladys home from school. He raided her playhouse and
broke her dishes and--she giving desperate battle--fled with only
the parents of her doll family. With Gladys shrieking for their
mother, he shook her out of a tree in their yard, and it sprained
her ankle so severely that she had to stay away from school for a
month. The net result of a year's arduous efforts was that she
had singled him out for detestation--this when her conquest of
him was complete because she had never told on him, had never in
her worst encounters with him shown the white feather.

But he had acted more wisely than he knew, for she had at least
singled him out from the crowd of boys. And there was a certain
frank good-nature about him, a fearlessness--and she could not
help admiring his strength and leadership. Presently she
discovered his secret--that his persecutions were not through
hatred of her but through anger at her resistance, anger at his
own weakness in being fascinated by her. This discovery came
while she was shut in the house with her sprained ankle. As she
sat at her corner bay-window she saw him hovering in the
neighborhood, now in the alley at the side of the house, now
hurrying past, whistling loudly as if bent upon some gay and
remote errand, now skulking along as if he had stolen something,
again seated on the curbstone at the farthest crossing from which
he could see her window out of the corner of his eye. She
understood--and forthwith forgave the past. She was immensely
flattered that this big, audacious creature, so arrogant with the
boys, so contemptuous toward the girls, should be her captive.