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
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.

"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. Randol