"The small-pox in my house"—echoed Jingo.
"For all the blessed countries in the world!" passionately exclaimed Triangle.
"Heavens!" exclaimed the Major; "my wife has a greater dread of small-pox than yellow fever, or death itself!"
"What's to be done?" said poor Triangle.
"Remove the girl to an out-house, instantly!" said the Major, pacing up and down, in great furore.
"That's best, Major; go move her, at once."
"Me? Me move her, sir?" said Jingo.
"Why who will, Major?" responded Triangle.
"Who? Why, you, of course."
"Me?" exclaimed Triangle—"me? endanger my life, and the lives of all my family—me? No, sir, I'll—I'll—I'll be hanged if I do!"