“Sit still, little girl, sit still,” said the barber. “I shall not hurt you.”
Betty tried to sit very still.
Her hair was soon cut.
“Shall I curl it?” asked the barber.
“Yes, please,” said Betty. “I like curly hair.”
When Bobby took the chair, he said, “I don’t want any curls.”
“That’s right,” said the barber. “You are too big to have your hair curled.”
When the barber had cut Bobby’s hair, Mother paid him for his work.