"I don't want any wigs!"
"You don't?" replied 'Lisbeth, filled with astonishment.
"No, I don't; I really don't!"
'Lisbeth saw that he had plenty of hair, and as he rubbed his head she supposed he was remembering this.
"Other people do," said 'Lisbeth, reassured; "I see a good many of 'm every day who do; you can sell 'm."
"Sell 'm? I do sell 'm. I sell 'm when I can; but bless me!"
"Where shall I get the hair to make 'm of?" inquired 'Lisbeth, preparing to go to work.
"But I don't want 'm!"
"Oh!" replied 'Lisbeth, not a word else; but the pleasant little man snapped his fingers at her and beckoned her around the counter, and under the shelf of the beautiful big window, and made her screw herself up into a button which nobody could see, and pulled a curtain down over her, and showed her, before he pulled the curtain down, how to pull a wire very gently and tenderly to make the wax figure in the curled wig turn from side to side, and she did it.
She pulled it this way, and she pulled it that way. She heard the people outside tramping up to the window and tramping away; she remembered how she had tramped up and tramped away. She laughed to hear them tramping, because she knew that a great many of them had their mouths open as well as their eyes, as they saw the wax figure, in a wig, turning from side to side. She would never open her mouth as well as her eyes again, when she saw a wax figure turning from side to side. She was certain she never would.