favorite prank — dressing up and ringing
the doorbell. To my great disappointment she recognized me
at once. We therefore decided to try again, this time disguising Edward
with a mous- tache made from horsehair carefully plucked out of a
mattress, an old hat and coat of my father's,
and a pair of rubber boots many sizes too large for him. His
job was to stand there, looking like a dwarf. As the doorbell was beyond
his reach, I rang it for him and then retreated round the corner
to observe. The maid recognized him, which was again very disappointing.
But she did murmer, "That's a little better than before."
While we were planning a third attempt, Mr. Field came to
call and rang the bell. The maid opened the door, took one look
at him and shouted "Oh my God ! !" and ran off to the kitchen
in hysterics, leaving poor Mr. Field on the front porch a bit
puzzled. My mother realized what had happened and explained, "She's just
a new maid, Ned — and she thought you were one of the children dressed