Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

“Well then Friday night or Thursday”
“There’s no use hanging around here any longer.”
We went home and helped Frances make the candy boxes; some we made pyramid-shaped and others triangle-shaped. It was funny to see Fred, making boxes for a tree which he knew nothing about. Once when Frances was upstairs Bill smeared library-paste all over the handle of the brush she was using.
Gradually our talk drifted to having a class play, which we are trying to have. We are both much interested in it, and hope to get to be a character.
“Day makes me tired” said Bill vehemently
“Why?” asked Frances amazed.
We had asked Day to have a class-meeting to see if they wanted a play and he kept putting it off.
“Why he won’t call a meeting” Bill replied.
“What do you want a meeting for?”
“To decide for a class-play” I put in.
“Well I never liked that Day, as you call him” said Mama.
“Here either” Frances rejoined “don’t see what you