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.
"Well, he's too busy to attend to kids. What do you want anyhow?"
Doodles hesitated. He did not wish to tell his errand to this pompous young person.
"Please say to Mr. Randolph that I would like to see him on important business about the June Holiday Home."
"Who sent you?"