AMERICAN. I think you are very likely right, colonel. It might be a pity to unbind that baby. I guess the lady should be consulted in this matter. ENGLISHWOMAN. Yes, yes, of course----! ENGLISHMAN. [Touching her] Let it be! Little beggar seems all right. AMERICAN. That would seem only known to Providence at this moment. I judge it might be due to humanity to look at its face. LITTLE MAN. [Gladly] It's sucking my' finger. There, there--nice little thing--there! AMERICAN. I would surmise in your leisure moments you have created babies, sir? LITTLE MAN. Oh! no--indeed, no. AMERICAN. Dear me!--That is a loss. [Addressing himself to the carriage at large] I think we may esteem ourselves fortunate to have this little stranger right here with us. Demonstrates what a hold the little and weak have upon us nowadays. The colonel here--a man of blood and iron--there he sits quite calm next door to it. [He sniffs] Now, this baby is rather chastening--that is a sign of grace, in the colonel--that is true heroism. LITTLE MAN. [Faintly] I--I can see its face a little now. [All bend forward.] AMERICAN. What sort of a physiognomy has it, anyway? LITTLE MAN. [Still faintly] I don't see anything but--but spots. GERMAN. Oh! Ha! Pfui! [The DUTCH YOUTH laughs.] AMERICAN. I am told that is not uncommon amongst babies. Perhaps we could have you inform us, ma'am. ENGLISHWOMAN. Yes, of course--only what sort of---- LITTLE MAN. They seem all over its----[At the slight recoil of everyone] I feel sure it's--it's quite a good baby underneath. AMERICAN. That will be rather difficult to come at. I'm just a bit sensitive. I've very little use for affections of the epidermis. GERMAN. Pfui! [He has edged away as far as he can get, and is lighting a big cigar] [The DUTCH YOUTH draws his legs back.] AMERICAN. [Also taking out a cigar] I guess it would be well to fumigate this carriage. Does it suffer, do you think? LITTLE MAN. [Peering] Really, I don't--I'm not sure--I know so little about babies. I think it would have a nice expression--if--if it showed. AMERICAN. Is it kind of boiled looking? LITTLE MAN. Yes--yes, it is. AMERICAN. [Looking gravely round] I judge this baby has the measles. [The GERMAN screws himself spasmodically against the arm of the ENGLISHWOMAN'S seat.] ENGLISHWOMAN. Poor little thing! Shall I----? [She half rises.] ENGLISHMAN. [Touching her] No, no----Dash it! AMERICAN. I honour your emotion, ma'am. It does credit to us all. But I sympathize with your husband too. The measles is a very important pestilence in connection with a grown woman. LITTLE MAN. It likes my finger awfully. Really, it's rather a sweet baby. AMERICAN. [Sniffing] Well, that would appear to be quite a question. About them spots, now? Are they rosy? LITTLE MAN. No-o; they're dark, almost black.