spoony

"My dear Guy, the fact is, that I can't—force the girl's—feelings. You shall come with us—to-morrow, and speak to her as you like—but—if she does not like you—au'd'ammee! Why you know I can't make her. She—silly child—is spoony, I think, on that cousin of her's, Dalrymple—he, I believe, is spoony on her."

That is why we decline to publish any of the letters and verses which Mr. Pen wrote at this period of his life, out of mere regard for the young fellow’s character. They are too spooney and wild.

That's a very spoony fork.