And that reminds me, son, that it's got to come off, and right away.

When Todd comes in he'll find my razors and--" "No--I'll look up a barber." "Not down in this part of the town," exclaimed St.George with a suggestive grimace.
"No--I'll go up to Guy's.

There used to be an old negro there who looked after us young fellows when our beards began to sprout.

He'll take care of it all right.

While I'm out I'll stop and send Todd back.