An Old-Fashioned Girl
cravat, and a cocked-hat note on the cork. Inside were these lines, written in a
sprawling hand with very black ink:
DEAR POLLY, Opydilldock is first-rate for sprains. You put a lot on the flannel and do
up your wrist, and I guess it will be all right in the morning. Will you come a sleigh-ride
tomorrow? I 'm awful sorry I hurt you.