Polly's Business Venture

Five girls were promenading the deck of one of our great Atlantic liners, on the last day of the trip. The report had gone out that they might expect to reach quarantine before five o'clock, but it would be too late to dock that night, therefore the captain had planned an evening's entertainment for all on board. Miss Brewster! Miss Polly Brewster! Polly Brewster! came a call from one of the young...