It came to me all of a sudden that I had one thing to make money out of, and without stopping to think, I walked in, asked if they bought hair, and what they would give for mine." "I don't see how you dared to do it," said Beth in a tone of awe.
"Oh, he was a little man who looked as if he merely lived to oil his hair.

He rather stared at first, as if he wasn't used to having girls bounce into his shop and ask him to buy their hair.

He said he didn't care about mine, it wasn't the fashionable color, and he never paid much for it in the first place.

The work put into it made it dear, and so on.

It was getting late, and I was afraid if it wasn't done right away that I shouldn't have it done at all, and you know when I start to do a thing, I hate to give it up.