Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. Andy's resolution not to tell had begun to give. "I'll go right to the door with you if you'll fess up to Mr. Bullfinch what you did," he offered.
Andy was not in the mood for an early morning call on Mr. Bullfinch. It took a lot of persuasion and the gift of two large rubber bands, an old campaign button, and two feet or so of good string before Andy let Jerry take him by the hand and lead him to the Bullfinch front door.
"You ring the bell," said Jerry. He knew Andy liked to ring doorbells.
Andy did not care to ring Mr. Bullfinch's bell just then. Jerry pressed it hard. He hoped Mr. Bullfinch would answer the bell in a hurry before Andy changed his mind about telling.
"I'll tell him I'll help you pay for the record," said Jerry.
"I don't want to pay money for an old broken record. It's no good," said Andy, trying to pull away from Jerry.
Just then Mr. Bullfinch opened the front door. He was wearing a dark blue bathrobe with a red plaid collar. He looked sleepy and not at all pleased to see his visitors.
"Did you have to come so early?" he inquired.
"It's almost time for school. Andy has something he wants to tell you."
"No, I don't," said Andy.