They fingered their letters, laughing, glancing at each other.
"Have you all gone mad?" Miss Kezia demanded.
"That's a good suggestion," Denis opined thoughtfully. "They do look somewhat abbreviated in the top story. As for me, I will open my letters at one minute past twelve, noon."
He airily tucked them away in an inner pocket.
"I request an explanation of these horribly addressed letters!" Miss Kezia cried.
The laughter broke out hilariously. Denis stretched out, picked up one of Sheila Pat's letters, and eyed it with pride.
"I thought that rather good," he observed. "Look at the curly little heads, and those tricky Greek e's!"
"Molly!" Miss Kezia turned to her with an air of finality, "Molly, will you vouchsafe me an explanation?"
Molly, at once proud and horrified, plunged forthwith:—
"Oh, yes, Aunt Kezia, you see, it's April the first, and you're a fool if you don't know it—"