The Handy Man.

“Trim the lawn, ma'am?” asked the disreputable looking gardener, who was carrying a large pair of shears. “No thank you,” said the lady of the house.

“Clip the bushes, ma'am?”

“No.”

“Well, ma'am, I must earn an honest penny somehow. What abaht 'aving yer 'air bobbed?”

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