152 THE TROUT ARE RISING 
Then there was a dire development. Somebody 
said: “ Harry’s breaking out, too!” Harry is 
the good landlady’s eldest son. For a big, sturdy 
youth, who gained his commission in a crack 
regiment for gallantry on the field of battle—he 
did look downcast. “Look at the red spots 
on his neck,” said somebody ; “why he’s got it 
badly!” The gloom deepened sensibly. Then 
somebody, looking a little closer at Harry’s red 
spots, said suddenly: “Why! he’s been and 
spotted himself with red ink : you can see it’s red 
ink,” From the semblance of a weary old man, 
Harry suddenly turned into the bright, vivacious 
lad he is, and the proceedings terminated in a 
mixture of abuse and laughter. And next day 
the doctor was able to report that the lady guest 
had not got measles after all ! 
