“You are an awfully sweet girl to be wasting your time sitting around a barber shop,” said I; “holding people’s hands that you have never been introduced to.”
“Oh, I don’t know!” said the Queen. “This is no ordinary shop, and my customers are all very nice.”
“They can’t be nice enough to you,” said I, “and it’s a wonder to me you stay here.”
“What do you think I ought to do?”
“You ought to get a position where you would only have one pair of hands to take care of,” said I; and then for fear she would not understand me I said:
“Why don’t you get married?” She laughed.
“I don’t know any one who would have me.”
“Did you ever advertise?”
“No,” said she. “I never thought of that. I am doing pretty well here.”
“How much do you get for holding hands like this?”