"Lovely!" cried Polly. "I don't see why she can't!"

"Nor I, but somebody may. I thought I'd see you first and maybe
you'd give me a little note of introduction--you know Mr. Randolph
so well, and I never spoke to him."

"Certainly I will! I'll go right and do it now! Chris will want
to see you--I'll send him out."

The note that Doodles carried away with him was in Polly's best
style.

_Dear Mr. Randolph_:--
This is to introduce my friend Doodles Stickney,
or to be perfectly proper, Julius Stickney. He will tell
you about Miss Lily, and I do hope you will make a
place for her at the Home. I have never seen her, but
I know she is nice, or Doodles wouldn't like her or
take so much trouble to get her in. I feel awfully sorry
for her. It must be dreadful to have your eyes give out
so you have to go to the poorhouse.

Miss Sniffen made a terrible fuss because you stayed
at the picnic with us--or because we stayed with
you. Anyway, she scolded Miss Nita like everything.
I'm afraid we can't ever have a picnic again. She began
on me when I went to report our arrival--she
happened to be at the desk. You know you have to
report as soon as you get in, and I said I'd do it for the
crowd. Miss Nita couldn't because her ankle ached