"Going to have stories between the covers?" I asked.
"Sure."
"Oh, I can imagine the kind—all about the beautiful girl whose long braid was cut off by a rascal, and who found a rich husband."
"You're away off," he remarked.
"Well then, how about the maiden who paid the mortgage on the old home by sacrificing her wonderful crop of hair, depending upon the use of this stuff for a new supply—ain't that straight?"
"Humbug," he snorted.
"Very well—tell me what brand you expect to use."