But pretty soon the blind man heard the sound of shears going across the table. Parley-voo was certainly doing something with the shears.
"Little boy, you must not meddle," said the blind man again. The noise stopped. "Ah! the boy does not dare to disobey me," thought the blind man.
All of a sudden the noise began again; but it was a very different noise. It was not on the table. The shears went together every little while with a sharp click.
The blind man felt very uneasy. "I do wish," he thought, "my wife would come in and see what the little chap is up to."
To console himself, the blind man opened his snuff-box and took a pinch of snuff. What do you think the little chap did? He slyly put in his finger and thumb, and took a pinch too. And then how he did sneeze!
The tailoress heard him sneeze, and came in. She saw at once what had been going on. Parley-voo had been cutting his hair.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed mamma, when the nurse brought him home.
"Dear, dear!" cried aunt Tib, "what a looking child!"