Oldal 69 [69]
OCR
THE BARBER SHAVED THE MASON. “What is your father, my pretty maid ?” “My father’s a farmer, sir,’ she said. “What is your fortune, my pretty maid ?” “My face is my fortune, sir, she said. “Then I w hont marry you, my pretty maid.” ‘“ Nobody asked you, sir,’ she said. 63 And as I suppose Cut off his nose, And popped it in the basin.
