The moment Skipper Ed set eyes upon him his face assumed a very grave expression.

He asked several questions, which the child's mother answered, and then he asked the boy: "How you feeling, little lad ?" "Terrible sick," answered the boy, "but I'd be fine if I could go above deck, sir." "'Twill never do for you to go above deck with this rash," said Skipper Ed, "but there'll be better luck by and by, lad; better luck, lad." And then he directed the mother to give the child no cold drink, to keep him below decks, and not on any account to permit him to become chilled until the rash had disappeared and he felt quite well and normal again.
To this he added some simple directions as to food.
"Is I goin' t' die ?" asked the boy anxiously.
"No, no, lad, not if you do as your mother tells you, now.

You'll be all right, but it'll be some time.

Can't weigh your anchor and hoist your sails for a little while.

Better luck by and by, though." "What's th' matter with un, Skipper ?" asked Captain Higgles when they were again on deck.
"Measles," answered Skipper Ed.
"Measles! Measles!" exclaimed the Captain in instant consternation.