"Never mind, never mind, my dear fellow—no trouble to us."
"But," chokingly continued poor Triangle, "but, Major, the fact is, I—a—you've got a large family"——
"Never mind, my dear boy; don't say any more about it."
"But to have the—a—the—small-pox"——
"What?" gasped the Major—"the—a"——
"Small-pox!" seriously enough responded Triangle.
"Small-pox! Who? Where?"
"Our Irish girl—up stairs—awful!"
"O, good Lord! Irish—up stairs—small-pox!" reiterated the really alarmed proprietor of Jingo Hall.
"I wouldn't have"—said Triangle.