You have no men in at this time of day, have you, Mr.Saintou?
Now I shall sit here in the middle chair, and you shall wash my hair.

My father is the baker round the corner.

He makes good bread; do you wash people's hair as well?
Will you squirt water on it with that funny tube?
Will you put it in my eyes?
Now, I am up on the chair.

Don't put the soap in my eyes, Mr.Saintou.' Saintou was not a man easily surprised.

'Permit me, mademoiselle, would it not be better to remove the hat?
Mon Dieu! Holy Mary, what hair!' For as the Eastern women carry their burdens on the crown of the head to ease the weight, so, when the large hat was off, it appeared that the baker's daughter carried her hair.
'Like the hair of a woman on a hair-restorer bottle, if it were red,' remarked the girl in answer to the exclamation.
'No, mademoiselle, no, it is not red.