TheseSunday—morninghair—cuttingswereperformedbyFairway；
thevictimsittingonachopping—blockinfrontofthehouse，withoutacoat，andtheneighboursgossipingaround，idlyobservingthelocksofhairastheyroseuponthewindafterthesnip，andflewawayoutofsighttothefourquartersoftheheavens。Summerandwinterthescenewasthesame，unlessthewindweremorethanusuallyblusterous，whenthestoolwasshiftedafewfeetroundthecorner。
Tocomplainofcoldinsittingoutofdoors，hatlessandcoatless，whileFairwaytoldtruestoriesbetweenthecutsofthescissors，wouldhavebeentopronounceyourselfnomanatonce。Toflinch，exclaim，ormoveamuscleofthefaceatthesmallstabsundertheearreceivedfromthoseinstruments，oratscarificationsoftheneckbythecomb，wouldhavebeenthoughtagrossbreachofgoodmanners，consideringthatFairwaydiditallfornothing。AbleedingaboutthepollonSundayafternoonswasamplyaccountedforbytheexplanation。
\"Ihavehadmyhaircut，youknow。\"
TheconversationonYeobrighthadbeenstartedbyadistantviewoftheyoungmanramblingleisurelyacrosstheheathbeforethem。