should." "Madam," I replied, "I suppose Iangy has combed so long, that now she is getting old, and has a certain price; those who will give her this price she combs for, and those who will not, she won't comb."
"But that need not make her so cross, or so hateful as they say she is."
"Madam, hair-dressers have a great deal more to contend with than ladies know anything about. All ladies are not alike, any more than working people, they should be more charitable toward Iangy, for she has been with them all her life, and like a child with its nurse, she has imbibed something of their disposition."
"I would like to see Iangy," said the lady, "and as I intend giving a party for children next week, I will send for her to come and take charge of the little ones."
"I don't think she will come," said I, for she will not have herself annoyed by them."
The lady then said she would try the next day, as she had a particular friend whom Iangy had been combing for some time, "and," she continued, "this friend and two or three others, are coming to-morrow to see you comb. I have said so much about your combing, that this lady says she would like to see one who can be compared with Iangy."
I went home feeling a little annoyed that I had deceived the lady two weeks, combing her merely to gratify my curiosity to find out what she had to say about Iangy. On the following morning, I got through my work as soon as possible, and went to my friends in the West End to see those ladies that
