AT THE BARBER’S SHOP
Sometimes Father goes to the barber’s shop.
Sometimes Bobby and Betty go.
The barber cuts their hair.
One morning Father said to Bobby, “Your hair is too long. You should go to the barber and have him cut it.”
“All right,” said Bobby.
“Betty’s hair should be cut,” said Mother. “It is getting too long for a little girl.”
“May we go to the barber today?” asked Betty.
“Yes, dear,” answered Mother.
That afternoon Mother took the children to the barber’s shop.
There was a big pole in front of the shop.
“That is his sign,” said Bobby.
“How do you know?” asked Betty.
“Daddy said so,” answered Bobby.
The barber met them at the door.
“How do you do?” said he.
“Very well, thank you,” said Mother.
Bobby and Betty said, “How do you do?”
“What can I do for you today?” asked the barber.
“Please, Mr. Barber, I want my hair cut,” said Betty.
“I want my hair cut,” said Bobby.
“Very well,” said the barber. “Lay off your things, children. Madam, be seated. Here is a chair, little boy. Come, little girl, sit in this big chair.”
Betty stepped forward and the barber helped her get into the big chair.
He put a towel around Betty’s neck.
He took out a comb and a pair of shears and began to cut Betty’s hair.
Once Betty dodged.
“Sit still, little girl, sit still,” said the barber. “I shall not hurt you.”
Betty tried to sit very still.
Her hair was soon cut.
“Shall I curl it?” asked the barber.
“Yes, please,” said Betty. “I like curly hair.”
When Bobby took the chair, he said, “I don’t want any curls.”
“That’s right,” said the barber. “You are too big to have your hair curled.”
When the barber had cut Bobby’s hair, Mother paid him for his work.
Then they all went home to get dinner ready for Father.
For study and play:
Good morning, Mr. Barber Man,
You see I’m here quite early;
I want my hair cut, if you please,
But oh, sir, cut it curly.
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good, she was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
—Unknown
Riddle:
I don’t have it,
I don’t want it,
If I had it
I wouldn’t take the world for it.
A bald head
