"I have a widowed sister, who would be glad to join me; and whom I would be glad to place in so comfortable a position." "That will do just as well, doctor. Bring over your testimonials as soon as possible. Not so much of an April fool, after all, I begin to think. Unless I am very greatly mistaken, you _have_ heard something to your advantage." All came out to the satisfaction of both Doctor Grimes and the kind-hearted Mr. L----. In less than a month, the former was in comfortable quarters at ---- Hospital, and in the receipt of twelve hundred dollars per annum. This was exclusive of rent for his sister's family--now his own--and table expenses. Moreover, for certain duties required of her in the hospital, his sister received three hundred dollars additional. So it turned out that Dr. Grimes, so far from being made an April fool, was benefited by the wonderfully "smart" trick of Mr. Bunting. But of the particular result of his extra work, the village-jester remained ignorant. Being on the lookout, he was "tickled to death" when he saw the doctor start off post haste for New York; and he looked out for his return, anticipating rare pleasure at seeing his "face as long as his arm." But this particular pleasure was not obtained, for he didn't see the doctor afterward. "What's become of Dr. Grimes?" he asked of one and another, after a few days had passed, and he did not see that individual on the street as before. But none of whom he made inquiry happened to know any thing of the doctor's movements. It was plain to Bunting that, he had driven the said doctor out of the village; and this circumstance quite flattered his vanity, and made him feel of more consequence than before. In a little while, he told his secret to one and another, and it was pretty generally believed that Doctor Grimes had gone away under a sense of mortification at the storekeeper's practical joke. "Look out for next year," said one and another. "If Doctor Grimes isn't even with you then, it'll be a wonder." "It will take a brighter genius than he is to fool me," Bunting would usually reply to these words of caution. The First of April came round again. Thomas Bunting was wide awake. He expected to hear from the doctor, who, he was certain, would never forgive him. Sure enough, with the day, came a letter from New York. "You don't fool me!" said Bunting, as he glanced at the postmark. He had heard that the doctor was in, or somewhere near, the city. "Ha! ha!" he laughed, as he read-- "If Mr. Thomas Bunting will call on Messrs. Wilde & Lyon, Pearl Street, New York, he may hear of something to his advantage." "Ha! ha! That's capital! The doctor is a wag. Ha! ha!" Of course, Bunting was too wide awake for this trap. Catch him trudging to New York on a fool's errand! "Does he think I haven't cut my eye-teeth?" he said to himself exultingly, as he read over the letter. "Doctor Grimes don't know this child--he don't."