“Polly，areyouafraidofdiphtheria？”
“OfnothingintheworldexceptsmallpoxDiphtheriakills，butitdoesn’tdisfigureWhydoyouask？”
“Becauseth~Bentbabyhasgotit，andthewholehotelisupsidedowninconsequenceTheWaddyhas’setherfiveyoungontherail’andfledTheDancingMasterfearsforhispreciousthroat，andthatmiserablelittlewoman，hiswife，hasnonotionofwhatoughttobedoneShewantedtoputitintoamustardbath-forcroup！”
“Wheredidyoulearnallthis？”
“Justnow，ontheMallDrHowlentoldmeTheManagerofthehotelisabusingtheBents，andtheBentsareabusingthemanagerTheyareafecklesscouple。”