“No, not triplets!” answered the doctor cuttingly. “What’s more, you can go and see for yourself. And get another doctor. I brought you into the world, young man, and I’ve been physician to your family for forty years, but I’m through with you! I don’t want to see you or any of your relatives ever again! Good-bye!” Then he turned sharply, and without another word climbed into his phaeton, which was waiting at the curbstone, and drove severely away. Mr. Button stood there upon the sidewalk, stupefied and trembling from head to foot. What horrible mishap had occurred? He had suddenly lost all desire to go into the Maryland Private Hospital for Ladies and Gentlemen--it was with the greatest difficulty that, a moment later, he forced himself to mount the steps and enter the front door. A nurse was sitting behind a desk in the opaque gloom of the hall. Swallowing his shame, Mr. Button approached her. “Good-morning,” she remarked, looking up at him pleasantly. “Good-morning. I--I am Mr. Button.” At this a look of utter terror spread itself over the girl’s face. She rose to her feet and seemed about to fly from the hall, restraining herself only with the most apparent difficulty. “I want to see my child,” said Mr. Button. The nurse gave a little scream. “Oh--of course!” she cried hysterically. “Upstairs. Right upstairs. Go--_up!_” She pointed the direction, and Mr. Button, bathed in cool perspiration, turned falteringly, and began to mount to the second floor. In the upper hall he addressed another nurse who approached him, basin in hand. “I’m Mr. Button,” he managed to articulate. “I want to see my----” Clank! The basin clattered to the floor and rolled in the direction of the stairs. Clank! Clank! It began a methodical descent as if sharing in the general terror which this gentleman provoked. “I want to see my child!” Mr. Button almost shrieked. He was on the verge of collapse. Clank! The basin reached the first floor. The nurse regained control of herself, and threw Mr. Button a look of hearty contempt. “All _right_, Mr. Button,” she agreed in a hushed voice. “Very _well!_ But if you _knew_ what a state it’s put us all in this morning! It’s perfectly outrageous! The hospital will never have a ghost of a reputation after----” “Hurry!” he cried hoarsely. “I can’t stand this!” “Come this way, then, Mr. Button.” He dragged himself after her. At the end of a long hall they reached a room from which proceeded a variety of howls--indeed, a room which, in later parlance, would have been known as the “crying-room.” They entered. “Well,” gasped Mr. Button, “which is mine?” “There!” said the nurse.