"Have you, John ?" "Not yet," replied the barber.

"I am deflecting upon the matter.

It requires considerable loggitation when a man has penuriously saved a circumscribed sum from the sweat of his brow." "That's so.

Don't be rash, John," said Amidon.
It was not especially funny, but since Amidon intended it to be, they all obligingly laughed, except Tappan, who set himself with a grunt in the chair and had the white sheet of which Rosenstein had been denuded tied around his neck.
Rosenstein, who was a lean man, with a much-lined face, cast a glance at himself in the looking-glass, and heaved an odd sigh as he turned away to get his hat.
"You don't seem to be much stuck on your looks, old man," remarked Amidon.
Rosenstein cast a perfectly good-humored but rather melancholy look at Amidon.

"No; I never was," he replied, soberly.