“I defy you to,” the Hansom-driver replied. “A face like mine is not easily copied. Nor am I the only person of that opinion. All the ladies think that I am beautiful. And of course I go by what they think.”
“And who,” he asked, with a bow towards a little group of lady dolls, “who can be better judges of the matter?”
“Do you think they consider you good-looking?” inquired the Clown. “Get along, you dreamer!”
“I do not think it, I know it,” he replied.
“We don’t,” said the Butcher and the Baker. “Put it to the proof. We challenge you. Let the ladies vote upon the matter and they will prove you mistaken.”
“Very well,” answered the Hansom-driver. “The result will be favorable to me. Of that I have no doubt.”
“All right! To business,” said the Butcher. “What about the ladies’ decision as to this fellow’s claim of beauty?”
“Ay; when shall it be given?” inquired the Hansom-driver, anxious to lose no time.