Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . sts, ties, and collars, greasetheir boots and polish their clubs until theyshone like silver. When Monday morningcame they rose betimes, spent two hourstrving on different shirt-waists, belts, andcuff-buttons, and they boxed little San-derillas ears to make her lace their golfboots tighter. When they were ready shelooked up meekly and asked with a sob ifshe might go to the tournament. Go to the tournament! Why, youhavent a short skirt to your name and yourfeet are huge! What should you want togo to a tournament for? No, indee
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . sts, ties, and collars, greasetheir boots and polish their clubs until theyshone like silver. When Monday morningcame they rose betimes, spent two hourstrving on different shirt-waists, belts, andcuff-buttons, and they boxed little San-derillas ears to make her lace their golfboots tighter. When they were ready shelooked up meekly and asked with a sob ifshe might go to the tournament. Go to the tournament! Why, youhavent a short skirt to your name and yourfeet are huge! What should you want togo to a tournament for? No, indeed; youwill stay at home and iron out those waistsand ties for to-morrow; and when we comehome, they added, we will tell you allabout it. Under this last blow she sank, but whentheir trap had rolled away she picked upWhigham on Match and Medalsighed aloud, I wish I couldtournament. So you shall, my dear, saidvoice, and she beheld her fairystanding beside her. But I have no clothes, and no clubs, and Playgo to andthe a. smallgodmother 5? no dog-cart. Bring me Rover,. THE FAIRY GODMOTHER commanded the brought him to the door. Thefairy godmother waved her wand, and inplace of Rover a stunning hackney and dog-cart stood before the door. Now fill your stocking with kindlingand coal. Sanderilla obeyed and one touch of themagic wand transformed them into a leatherbag full of Willie Dunns and Silvertowns. But my clothes ? faltered more the fairy waved her wand, andinstead of the long train and silk waist castoff by an older sister, Sanderilla stood inthe nattiest of costumes, white hat, redcoat, short skirt, and hobnail boots. One thing remember, said the fairy. You must leave the links be-fore noon. If vou are notgone when the castle clockstrikes twelve, all your fineappointment will turn backto what they were. Sanderilla promised, thank-ed her godmother heartily,and, jumping to her seat, wasoff for the Royal Golf she arrived all theyoung lad
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