American. [To the German] Guess I lost that.

German.  He say he is not his officier.

American.  That just tickles me to death.

Official. [Looking round] Vill nobody dake ze Bub’?

ENGLISHWOMAN. [Moving a step faintly] Yes—­I——­

Englishman. [Grasping her arm].  By Jove!  Will you!

Official. [Gathering himself for a great effort to take the baby, and advancing two steps] Zen I goummand you—­[He stops and his voice dies away] Zit dere!

American.  My!  That’s wonderful.  What a man this is!  What a sublime sense of duty!

     [The Dutch Youth laughs.  The official turns on him, but as he
     does so the mother of the Busy is seen hurrying.]

Mother.  ‘Ach!  Ach!  Mei’ Bubi’!

     [Her face is illumined; she is about to rush to the little man.]

Official. [To the policeman] ‘Nimm die Frau’!

     [The policeman catches hold of the woman.]

Official. [To the frightened woman] ’Warum haben Sie einen Buben mit Typhus mit ausgebracht’?

American. [Eagerly, from his perch] What was that?  I don’t want to miss any.

German.  He say:  Why did you a baby with typhus with you bring out?

American.  Well, that’s quite a question.

     [He takes out the field-glasses slung around him and adjusts
     them on the baby.]

Mother. [Bewildered] Mei’ Bubi—­Typhus—­aber Typhus? [She shakes her head violently] ‘Nein, nein, nein!  Typhus’!

Official.  Er hat Typhus.

Mother. [Shaking her head] ‘Nein, nein, nein’!

American. [Looking through his glasses] Guess she’s kind of right!  I judge the typhus is where the baby’ slobbered on the shawl, and it’s come off on him.

     [The Dutch Youth laughs.]

Official. [Turning on him furiously] Er hat Typhus.

American.  Now, that’s where you slop over.  Come right here.

     [The official mounts, and looks through the glasses.]

American. [To the little man] Skin out the baby’s leg.  If we don’t locate spots on that, it’ll be good enough for me.

     [The little man fumbles Out the baby’s little white foot.]

Mother.  Mei’ Bubi! [She tries to break away.]

American.  White as a banana. [To the official—­affably] Guess you’ve made kind of a fool of us with your old typhus.

Official.  Lass die Frau!

     [The policeman lets her go, and she rushes to her baby.]

Mother.  Mei’ Bubi!