clarinet; or, in the other case, being drawn from town to town, and from
door to door, on a hurdle, like a lord, harnessed to four dogs of all
colours, at the rate of two miles in the hour, exclusive of
stoppages.--What say ye, gudewife?"
Nanse gave a mournful look, as if she was frighted I had grown demented,
and only said, "Tak' your ain way, gudeman; ye'se get your ain way for
me, I fancy."
Seeing her in this Christian state of resignation, I determined at once
to hit the nail on the head, and put an end to the whole business as I
intended. "Now, Nanse," quo' I, "to come to close quarters with ye, tell
me candidly and seriously what ye think of a barber? Every one must
allow it's a canny and cozy trade."
"A barber that shaves beards!" said Nanse. "'Od Mansie, ye're surely
gaun gyte. Ye're surely joking me all the time?"
"Joking!" answered I, smoothing down my chin, which was gey an'
rough--"Joking here or joking there, I should not think the settling of
an only bairn in an honourable way of doing for all the days of his
natural life, is any joking business. Ye dinna ken what ye're saying,
woman. Barbers! i'fegs, to turn up your nose at barbers! did ever living
hear such nonsense! But to be sure, one can blame nobody if they speak
to the best of their experience. I've heard tell of barbers, woman,
about London, that rode up this street, and down that other street, in
coaches and four, jumping out to every one that halooed to them, sharping
razors both on stone and strap, at the ransome of a penny the pair; and
shaving off men's beards, whiskers and all, stoop and roop, for a
three-ha'pence. Speak of barbers! it's all ye ken about it. Commend me
to a safe employment, and a profitable. They may give others a nick, and
draw blood, but catch them hurting themselves. They are not exposed to
colds and rheumatics, from east winds and rainy weather; for they sit, in
white aprons, plaiting hair into wigs for auld folks that have bell-pows,
or making false curls for ladies that would fain like to look smart in
the course of nature. And then they go from house to house, like
gentlemen in the morning; cracking with Maister this or Madam that, as
they soap their chins with scented-soap, or put their hair up in marching
order either for kirk or playhouse. Then at their leisure, when they're
not thrang at home, they can pare corns to the gentry, or give
ploughmen's heads the bicker-cut for a penny, and the hair into the
bargain for stuffing chairs with; and between us, who knows--many
rottener ship has come to land--but that some genty Miss, fond of plays,
poems, and novels, may fancy our Benjie when he is giving her red hair a
twist with the torturing irons, and run away with him, almost whether he
will or not, in a stound of unbearable love!"
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