In a Small Town

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           The barber we asked for directions stopped shaving his client and came out into the street to explain the best way to get where we were going. The client, not at all perturbed by the fact that he was still soaped up, also came out of the establishment and took part in the development of a route for us.
           Gradually a small crowd gathered with us standing in the middle, shyly shifting from one foot to the other, embarrassed by the unrest we had provoked. In the end, just to be on the safe side, they gave us a five-year-old boy as a guide.

Chapter Nineteen: In Mark Twain's Birthplace.