THE APRIL FOOL. 119

 

“Does he think I haven't cut my eye-
tooth ?” he said to himself exultingly, as he
read over the letter. Doctor Grimes don’t
know this child—he don't.”

And yet, the idea that something might
be lost by not heeding the letter, came
stealing in upon him, and checking in a
small degree the delight he felt at being
too smart for the doctor. But this thought
was instantly pushed aside. Of course,
Bunting was not so “green,” to use one of
his favourite words, as to go on a fool's er-
rand to New York.

Five or six months afterward, Bunting,
while in the city on business, happened. to
meet Doctor Grimes.

“ How are you, doctor?” said he, grasp-
ing the hand of the physician, and smiling
with one of the smiles peculiar to his face
when he felt that he had played off a capi-
tal joke on somebody.

“Tm well, Mr. Bunting. And how are
you?” replied the doctor.