He Thought He was Safe.
Irascible Old Gentleman. "Buy a comb! What the devil should I buy a comb for? You don't see any hair on my head, do you?"
Unlicensed Hawker. "Lor' bless yer, sir!—yer don't want no 'air on yer 'ead for a tooth-comb!!"
Irascible Old Gentleman. "Buy a comb! What the devil should I buy a comb for? You don't see any hair on my head, do you?"
Unlicensed Hawker. "Lor' bless yer, sir!—yer don't want no 'air on yer 'ead for a tooth-comb!!"