But she thought that it happened just as well that she did go out, for as she went down stairs she thought a thought, which she might never have thought had she remained sitting upon the stool.
She went down stairs and along the little street to the corner, and opened the door of the store in the window of which stood the wax figure with its wig, which was standing still just then, instead of turning gracefully from side to side. She opened the door and went in.
"What do you want, Sissy?" inquired a pleasant little man.
"I want to stay, sir, and make wigs."
"You want to stay and make wigs!"
"Yes, sir, I do," replied 'Lisbeth.
"Bless me!" exclaimed the pleasant little man, "this will not do."
"Oh, yes, it will, sir," replied 'Lisbeth, untying the knot in the strings of her hat, "it will do very well. I have not been able to think of any thing that would do before."
"But bless me!"
"Indeed I will, sir, if that is all," said 'Lisbeth, wondering how to do it, but taking off her hat.