Dear Polly, Have you read Harold's Country Boy book? It's a humdinger Sure brings back the memories-the farm, the boys, Helen and Roy and those kids. Talk about mischief, swiping the carrots and then taking the tie-down rope for a swing. Never saw Oscar so mad as when the load came off. Course he couldn't wallop 'im with Helen right there. Then that thing with the dog, blood all over, near scared us to death. And that old sow gonna eat him. Never been so frightened as when the burglar took off with him. I thought he'd do something terrible to the boy. I tell you, Polly, the little scamp kept...