Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

“How’ll we do it” queried Crawford.. All of us were agreed of course
“Just go up and say that we were sent to take them to Boyle’s.”
“All-right” we shouted and sped off, wanting to get to Fishers as far in advance of the others as possible. When we got in front of the house, we couldn’t decide who was to tie the bell to the cat’s neck. Finally I said I would be spokesman if they all backed me up. This was agreed to and we walked in in the porch. I rang. When I heard footsteps coming, I seized Zufall and attempted to shove him to the front. As the door was just opening, he broke away and jumped over the railing of the porch.
“Mrs. Fisher stood before us.
Choking with laughter at Zufall’s action, I stammered:
“Why – er- we – we’re part of the party”
When we were going up-stairs King muttered:
“Traitor!”
A few minutes later, the others arrived. This time we were determined that sitting around and talking was no to be the