Be a good girl.

Good-by." He entered the sitting room.

His guest had found the Sunday box and was lighting one of his host's cigars.
"Well," he inquired easily, "what's next on the bill?
Anything goin' on in this forsaken hole ?" "There's a barber shop down the road.

You might go there first, I should say.

Not that you need it, but just as a novelty like." "Humph! I don't know.