It was Fitzgerald--Fitzgerald with fair features flushed, Fitzgerald
the imperturbable one _stammering with excitement_!
"Now, wait a second!" I said in amazement. "Calm down, for Heaven's
sake! What's this about a census?"
"Well, _are_ they taking one now?"
"By 'they' I presume you mean the Bureau of the Census of the U.
S. Department of Commerce," I said, trying to slow him down, while
wondering what in the name of a reversed cyclotron could have jarred
him so.