1 timidly lifted to admit the Admiral's eloquence; even the three Misses Buzza, arranged in a row behind the parlour blinds of No.

2, and gazing with fond pride upon their papa; even Mrs.Buzza, nervously clasping her hands on the upper storey;--could not but perceive that something dreadful was happening.

The Admiral's face turned from crimson to purple; he positively choked.
The situation needed a solution.

A wag among the crowd hit upon it.
"Tell th' Admiral, some of 'ee: what day es et ?" "Fust of April!" cried a voice, then another; and then-- Then the throng broke into roar upon roar of inextinguishable laughter.

The whole deluded town turned and cast its April folly, as a garment, upon the Admiral's shoulders.