"Oh, yes, Aunt Kezia, you see, it's April the first, and you're a fool
if you don't know it--"
She made an unfortunate pause, flustered by a burst of laughter.
Miss Kezia's cheek reddened a little.
"Molly, your language--"
"Oh, no! Oh, I didn't mean that! I mean that if you don't know it, you
get caught, and if you do, you don't, and--and--you see--we wrote
letters to each other--we didn't know the others were remembering the
date, too, and of course if it had been our own handwriting we'd have
known, you see. So we disguised them, and we can't open them before
twelve or we'll be fools." She stopped, out of breath.