No such luck.
|A gentleman's visiting card|
I looked them over and my heart sank to my toes. "No horses?" I tried again.
|Doves. Seriously? Why not horses?|
The boys' cards were pretty plain, true enough. But the cards for young ladies were all a-swirl with roses and flowers and more flowers and butterflies and . . . yes . . . even bees! One calling card had the brashness to proclaim: "You have the key to my heart." Yikes! The card read "Herman," and I wondered how he could be bold enough to pass around a card like that! (Come to think of it, Jeffrey Sullivan might be that brash.)
That is the truth. See for yourself. I would prefer somebody (even Cory or Jack) to ask me to my face if they wanted to see me home, rather than play the silly card game. I reckon this shows that most folks out West (at least in small towns and on ranches) are much more practical than the rich city folks who put on "airs" and do everything just right.
Oh, yes, back to the calling card. I finally landed on one I didn't dislike too much. I actually do like flowers, don't get me wrong. Here's my card. What do you think?