Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

“Gee I wonder if King would be in here. If he is I’m not going in” he remarked.
“Here either” said Kinkie
“I should say not” I cried.
We peered in but could see no one. So we walked in. And, as we were going back to a table, there we saw them! With as much grace as possible we retreated up front to a counter. As we were gulping down ice-cream in order to get thru before they did, they came past us. We kept our eyes glued on the dishes, but they spoke to us as we were forced to reciprocate. We felt more like fools than ever now. But the milk was spilt, so we didn’t cry but started homeward.
Just before we got to where I turn off Bill asked:
“If I take Merle home tomorrow-night will you take Edna?”
“No” I replied firmly. “I don’t care anything about girls.”
Hoots of derision from both of them greeted this reply, but I stuck to what I said, tho somewhat nettled.
                                                              Sunday Nov. 27
Today has been a dull one; I stayed at home all day except a little while in the evening. A few days ago Frances made a bargain with me that if I would draw some designs for