If the stems of your roses do not happen to be long, make them long. (You know the wires.)
Very truly yours,
BENJAMIN DOOLITTLE.
BEN DOOLITTLE TO POLLY BOLES
June 4, 1912.
DEAR POLLY:
You will have had my telegram of sympathy with you in your mother's illness, and of my unspeakable surprise that you could go away without letting me see you.
Have I seen Beverley of late? I have seen him early and late. And I have read Tilly's much mystified and much-mistaken letters. If Beverley is crazy, a Kentucky cornfield is crazy, all roast beef is a lunatic, every Irish potato has a screw loose and the Atlantic Ocean is badly balanced.
I happen to hold the key to Beverley's comic behaviour in Tilly's parlour.
As to the questions put to Tilly by that dilution of all fools, Claude Mullen—your favourite nerve specialist and former suitor—I have just this to say: