“No, shave,” corrected Johnny.
“Beg pardon,” said the barber, substituting a towel for the sheet. “Do you shave up, sir?” later demanded the barber.
“Yes,” answered Johnny.
“Pleasant weather we are having,” said the barber.
“Very,” assented Johnny.
From the barber’s, Johnny went to Stinchcombe’s, the costumier’s, in Drury Lane.
“I am playing in a burlesque,” explained the Babe. “I want you to rig me out completely as a modern girl.”
“Peeth o’ luck!” said the shopman. “Goth the very bundle for you. Juth come in.”
“I shall want everything,” explained the Babe, “from the boots to the hat; stays, petticoats—the whole bag of tricks.”
“Regular troutheau there,” said the shopman, emptying out the canvas bag upon the counter. “Thry ’em on.”