Edith King Hall

“ And it was in this frame of mind that, on the following morning, he drove to the Butcher's shop, outside of which a large crowd was gathered.
"Well," he said with a smile to the Clown who headed the crowd; "well, and what is the ladies' opinion about my beauty?"
"The ladies have decided," said the Clown, nodding his head and speaking very rapidly, "the ladies have all decided—mind you, all decided—that you are a hansom man. And so say I."
The Hansom-driver climbed down from his seat.
"Shake hands," he said. "One doesn't find a fellow of sense like you every day." ”

“ All the ladies think that I am beautiful. And of course I go by what they think."
"And who," he asked, with a bow towards a little group of lady dolls, "who can be better judges of the matter?"
"Do you think they consider you good-looking?" inquired the Clown. "Get along, you dreamer!"
"I do not think it, I know it," he replied.
"We don't," said the Butcher and the Baker. "Put it to the proof. We challenge you. Let the ladies vote upon the matter and they will prove you mistaken."
"Very well," answered the Hansom-driver. ”

“ When you are absent you get few enough, that I know for a positive fact."
"Not that there is anything surprising in it," the Baker said to the Hansom-driver in quite as rude a manner as the Butcher. "I am not yet aware that you are a subject for compliments."
"'My face is my fortune, sir, he said'," misquoted the Hansom-driver with great conceit; "and a very handsome fortune, too," he added.
"Your face!" exclaimed the Butcher. "Why, a sheep's face is more to be admired than yours."
"I beg to differ," the Hansom-driver said, shaking his head. ”