"That's so, aunt, but I can explain it," said Ferdinand, after a slight pause.
"How was it?"
"You know the French barbers can change your hair to any shade you want."
"Can they?"
"Yes, to be sure. Now—don't laugh at me, aunt—a young lady I used to like didn't fancy dark hair, so I went to a French barber, and he changed the color for me in three months."
"You don't say!"
"Fact, aunt; but he made me pay him well too."
"How much did you give him?"
"Fifty dollars, aunt."
"That's what I call wasteful," said Aunt Deborah, disapprovingly.