[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!