"What do I care about hair? It's a perfectly useless thing."
"Well," he said, after pretending to seek and to find a happy thought, "why don't you become a tram-conductor?" and he imitated the rumble of the tram and the gestures of the conductor.
"I won't demean myself by a reply," she said, and moved away from him; but presently repented and said—
"Do the little bird!"
"I don't know how to do the little bird!"
"Yes, you do. Go on, like a dear!"
"You're making a fool of me. I understand that much."
"You don't understand a bit! You do the little bird so well that I like to see you!"
He drew in his lips, puffed them out, opened and shut them like the beak of a callow bird. She laughed, and he laughed for the pleasure of seeing her laugh, then said—
"What babes we are! If they put that on the stage—good Lord, think of the hisses!"