THE BARBER. ( Fastening the sheet ) I thought so. I'm from the country myself.
THE CUSTOMER. What part?
THE BARBER. Oh, that would be difficult to say. You see, I've moved around so much that I'm neither a Southerner nor a Northerner. I'm just an American. ( He mixes the lather. ) I lived in a little town near Savannah for a year.
THE CUSTOMER. Did you? Why, so did I.
THE BARBER. Yes, indeed. I used to see you—quite frequently— though you never came into my shop. Then I went to Philadelphia.
THE CUSTOMER. What year?
THE BARBER. Let me think. It was April, twelve years ago.
THE CUSTOMER. April, twelve years ago? I went to Philadelphia the same month!
THE BARBER. I saw you there, too, sir. ( He lets down the chair suddenly. )
THE CUSTOMER. ( Startled ) What are you doing?