"What! you shave—men?"
"Well! I surely don't shave women, as they have no beards."
"Oh! what a lucky girl you are! what fun that must be!—Do you really dare to take a man by the chin?"
"Well, why not? I assure you that it doesn't frighten me; indeed, I must not be frightened, for if my hand shook I should shave badly and cut the customer.—Don't tell your mother this; for she thinks now that I am too bold."
"Oh! there is no danger of that!"
"To be sure, it may be that my father tells yours."
"Yes; but my father will never say a word to my mother about it—they talk so little!—But these cavaliers whom you shave—they speak to you, I suppose?"
"To be sure—and those whom I don't shave speak to me, too; indeed, I never know whom to answer, for as soon as I go down to the shop they are all after me."
"And you are not afraid?"
"Not a bit; what do you suppose I am afraid of?"