Joseph. A rat?
Dunn. Bless us! where is it? (Joseph S. and Dunn. mount on chairs and look round the room in an alarmed manner)
James. Don't be alarmed—it was only a figure of speech. (to Joseph) Permit me to look at your letter, sir. (Joseph and Dunn. dismount from the chairs. Joseph hands his letter to James, who compares it with his own) The same, I'm certain. (returns Joseph's letter—turns to Dunn.) Kindly allow me to see your letter, sir. (Dunn. gives it—James compares it with his own) Exactly the same, by Jupiter. (returns the letter to Dunn.) It is as I thought. All these letters have been written by one hand.
Dunn. Is it possible? But what can have been the writer's object.
James. Why, don't you know what day it is?
Joseph. I see it all. It is the first of April.
Dunn. So it is; and we are nothing more nor less than a trio of "APRIL FOOLS."
Dunn. James S. Joseph S.
CURTAIN.