THE FURTHER EPISODES OF THE SHOP-WALKER AND THE ARTIST IN HAIR
As I marched along—remembering mamma’s instructions to be as quick as I “decently” could, without, however, laying too much stress upon the “decently”—I became aware of something unusual—people were staring, especially male people.
Now I have been stared at in the street, but I do not remember that it was ever in what you could exactly call a flattering way.
There can be no doubt that my person is a striking one, after a fashion; but it is not precisely in the fashion. I am an extra large size all over. My legs are prodigious. I stride along in a style which some persons have said reminds them of the gentleman with the seven-league boots. Mr Morgan was once rude enough to tell me that it always seemed to him that it was the
