American. I'm telling you.
Official. Gott im Himmel!
American [spotting the German in the little throng]. Here's a gentleman will corroborate me.
Official [much disturbed, and signing to the Policeman to stand clear]. Typhus! Aber das ist grässlich!
American. I kind o' thought you'd feel like that.
Official. Die Sanitätsmachine! Gleich! [A Porter goes to get it. From either side the broken half-moon of persons stand gazing at the Little Man, who sits unhappily dandling the Baby in the center.]
Official [raising his hands]. Was zu thun?
American. Guess you'd better isolate the baby. [A silence, during which the Little Man is heard faintly whistling and clucking to the Baby.]
Official [referring once more to his telegram]. 'Rest gentleman mit black baby. [Shaking his head.] Wir must de gentleman hold. [To the German.] Bitte, mein Herr, sagen Sie ihm, den Buben zu niedersetzen. [He makes the gesture of deposit.]
German [to the Little Man]. He say: Put down the baby. [The Little Man shakes his head, and continues to dandle the Baby.]