how often I have drawn them--the figure of Night, the heavy breasts to
show that she has suckled the Day."

"But which way are we going? I must go to Truefitt's to have my hair
cut."

"You haven't forgotten the old place, I see. Do you still keep up your
subscription?"

"I suppose mine has run out, I have been abroad so long. Nothing like
a good shampoo; for a guinea a year you can have it done as often as
you like."

"I haven't subscribed lately. There used to be such a pretty girl at
the counter. Do you remember?"

"You dog, always thinking of them," and laughing loudly they passed
through the shop, and it was Frank that stared most at the young lady.
They read _Punch_ aloud to each other; they cracked jokes with the
hairdressers; they snorted and laughed through the soap and jets of hot
and cold water. Frank allowed scent and ivories to be pressed upon him
by the young lady at the counter; Willy declined to be led into such
extravagances.

As he stepped out into the shine of the street, and took step from his
friend, he said: "By George! it makes me feel young again. It is just
like old times."

"Yes, it does make one feel jollier, doesn't it?"