Would you mind calling at Hawk Street, and telling them there ?" "All right!" said Larkins.

"But what's the matter with you ?" "I'm not quite sure, but I'm afraid--have I got any spots coming out on my face ?" "Eh?
No; but your face is all black and blue, and there's a big bump on one cheek." "Is there?
Then it must be so.

Larkins, you'd better not stand too near, I'm afraid I've smallpox!" Larkins's face grew alarmed, and his jaw dropped.

"What! Smallpox?
Oh, I say, Batchelor, I hope not.

It looks more like as if you'd been fighting." "That's the smallpox coming on," I said, mournfully; "I'm sure!" "Perhaps I'd better go," said Larkins, making for the door.