In truth, Jack's long, elf-like locks made his face appear even thinner than it really was.
"Don't you want to be shaved, too, young man?" asked the barber, jocosely.
"Perhaps he wants to be shaved," said Jack, pointing to Mark, with a smile.
Mark colored a little, realizing that he scarcely needed that operation any more than Jack.
"Now look at yourself in the glass, Jack!" said Mark.
Jack obeyed, and looked first bewildered, then pleased. He thought at first that he was looking at another boy.
"Is that me?" he inquired, almost incredulously.
"I think it is. Peggy wouldn't know you," answered Mark, with a smile.
"I don't want her to," answered the little boy.
Mark had forgotten one thing—a pair of shoes. As he scanned Jack critically, he noted the omission, and said, "Jack, we must go to a shoe store. It will never do for a young gentleman like you to wear a pair of shoes out at the toes and sides."