We had not been playing long when “Windy” and “Cook” Yengling came in and watched us play. Bill and King were too conservative in their bids, so I made reckless bids, and usually got set. They couldn’t get over their seriousness in the game. As for me I didn’t care whether I won or not, so I bid away, and afforded them much joy when they set me. Presently “Cook” left, but Windy “stuck around”. After we had finished a couple games, Bill and I started to leave. This always occupies some time, and did to-day. In King’s side yard are are - or were - some short thick poplar logs adaptable to rolling. We found this out and promptly rolled them down the bank, much to the “gentle Waldo’s” wrath. Thereupon we virtuously rolled them up to their proper places, but when King became satisfied, we promptly rolled them down again. However I made a fatal mistake that proved vital for my general happiness. I had had a pair of Frances’ overshoes with me, and left them upon the porch. Waldo now said that I couldn’t have the overshoes until I rolled the logs up!  For a moment I thought I was stung, until Bill suggested that I roll them up, get the overshoes and roll them down again. So I set to work and rolled them up, lamenting my fate loudly (for effect) while Bill made fun of me (for more effect) and King gleefully applauded (without effect). When I had them up I