so. It turned black and blue--just awful! She wouldn't
say a word to anybody, and father sent some liniment
by me. The first smelt so strong Miss Nita
didn't dare use it for fear they'd suspect, so father
sent her another kind. He said it wasn't quite so good
as the smelly sort, but her ankle is a whole lot better.
Don't you think she is brave? I don't know what Miss
Sniffen would say if she knew about that. We've all
kept whist.

This is a pretty long letter, but I knew you'd want
to hear about Miss Nita's ankle. You will let Miss
Lily in, won't you?
Yours with hope,
POLLY MAY DUDLEY.

Thank you ever so much for that beautiful ride! I
shall never forget it.

Doodles walked into the great office of the Fair Harbor Paper
Company and asked to see Mr. Randolph.

"We hired a boy last week. We don't want any more." The clerk was
turning away.

"Oh, I'm not applying for a place!" cried Doodles, his voice full
of laughter. "I wish to see the president on business."

The young man scowled, irritated by his blunder, and surveyed the
boy with a disagreeable sneer.