Stephen Crane, The Angel-Child
“ Chocolate-stained but confident, the band marched into William Neeltje's barber shop."We wish to get our hair cut," said little Cora, haughtily.Neeltje, in his shirt sleeves, stood looking at them with his half-idiot smile."Hurry, now!" commanded the queen. A dray-horse toiled step by step, step by step, up Bridge Street hill; a far woman's voice arose; there could be heard the ceaseless hammers of shingling carpenters; all was summer peace. "Come on, now. Who's goin' first? Come on, Ella; you go first. Gettin' our hair cut! Oh, what fun!" ”
