"My eyes! Oh--my--eyes! And we're all like to cotch measles! And measles kills folks! Oh--my--eyes! 'Tis like t' ruin th' v'yage!" "'Tis too bad, but it can't be helped," Skipper Ed sympathized.

"The lad has the measles, and if any of you haven't had measles you're likely to get 'em now.

The only thing for you to do if any one breaks out with the rash, is to treat him just as I said to treat the boy.

Don't let 'em go out or get chilled till the rash is well." "My eyes!" said Captain Higgles.

"Measles! 'Tis a wonderful dangerous complaint.