Hair-dresser

Nay, I would make it so interesting, that the fair peruser should beg the hair-dresser to settle the curls himself, and not interrupt her.

Many were afraid to allow the barbers or hair-dreſſers to come near them, as inſtances had occurred of ſome of them having ſhaved the dead, and many of them had engaged as bleeders.

“[…] Yesterday we went to a hair-dresser’s shop down below there, and we saw a man who was almost exactly like you—only—” he added, looking up, “his eyes were gray and yours are brown.” / “He was my twin brother,” said the guide, puffing at his pipe cheerfully. “My father thought he could make hair-dressers of us both, and I tried it for four years. But I always wanted to be climbing the mountains and there were not holidays enough. So I cut my hair, and washed the pomade out of it, and broke away. I don’t look like a hair-dresser now, do I?”