I want you to come with me to see two sick children." "Certainly," I said, and we started.
"Who are the children and what is the matter with them ?" I asked presently.
"Son and daughter of a working boot-maker named Samuels.

As to what is the matter with them, you can judge of that for yourself," he replied with a grim smile.
Passing into the poorer part of the city, at length we reached a cobbler's shop with a few pairs of roughly-made boots on sale in the window.

In the shop sat Mr.Samuels, a dour-looking man of about forty.
"Here is the doctor, Samuels," said Strong.
"All right," he answered, "he'll find the missus and the kids in there and a pretty sight they are; I can't bear to look at them, I can't." Passing through the shop, we went into a back room whence came a sound of wailing.

Standing in the room was a careworn woman and in the bed lay two children, aged three and four respectively.

I proceeded at once to my examination, and found that one child, a boy, was in a state of extreme prostration and fever, the greater part of his body being covered with a vivid scarlet rash.