So far as they were concerned, they had no use for a chaperon. The
idea had been a thoughtful concession to European prejudice.

"The person in knickerbockers," explained the officer.

"Oh, THAT," exclaimed the lady, relieved: "he just came up and made
himself agreeable while we were putting on our skates. We have met
him somewhere, but I can't exactly fix him for the moment."

"You have met him possibly at Wiesman's, in the Pragerstrasse: he is
one of the attendants there," said the officer.

The American girl is Republican in her ideas, but she draws the line
at hairdressers. In theory it is absurd: the hairdresser is a man
and a brother: but we are none of us logical all the way. It made
her mad, the thought that she had been seen by all Dresden Society
skating with a hairdresser.

"Well," she said, "I do call that impudence. Why, they wouldn't do
that even in Chicago."

And she returned to where the hairdresser was illustrating to her
friend the Dutch roll, determined to explain to him, as politely as
possible, that although the free and enlightened Westerner has
abolished social distinctions, he has not yet abolished them to that
extent.

Had he been a commonplace German hairdresser he would have understood
English, and all might have been easy. But to the "classy" German
hairdresser, English is not so necessary, and the American ladies had