"Yes, sir."
Todd then, in the most careful and business-like manner, proceeded to take the measure of the gentleman's head for a "real head of hair," and when he had finished, he said—
"Now, sir, if you will leave it all to me, I will match your hair to a shade."
"Match it?"
"Yes, sir."
"But that's just what I don't want. I have had my hair all cut off, and am going to wear a wig, for the sole reason that I have got tired of the old colour."
"Well then, sir, what colour do you propose now?"
"A few shades lighter than my own. But pray shave this gentleman, and I will tell you how I wish it to look at my leisure."
The man took a seat and crossed one leg over the other with the most home sort of look in the world; and the one who had come in to be shaved plumped into the shaving chair, and gave his chin a rub as though he would say "I don't care how soon you begin."
Todd smiled.