I sat, wondering; should I take Carpenter
by the arm, and lead him gently out? Or should I leave him to fight
his own. fight with modern civilization?
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!"
Madame turned suddenly upon me. "I know you, Meester Billee," she
said. "I have seen you with Mees Magna! Ah, naughtee boy! You have
the soft, fine hair--you should let it grow--eight inches we have to
have, and then you can come to me for the permanent wave. So many
young men come to me for the permanent wave! You know eet? Meester
Carpentair, you see, he has let hees hair grow, and he has the
permanent wave--eet could not be bettair eef I had done eet myself.
I say always, 'My work ees bettair than nature, I tell nature by the
eemperfections.' Eh, voila?"
I am not sure whether it was for the benefit of me or of Carpenter.
The deputee of the god of beautee was moved to volunteer a great
revelation. "Would you like to see how we make eet--the permanent
wave? I weel show you Messes T-S. But you must not speak--she would
not like eet if I showed her to gentlemen.
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