Presently, however, as in all the trans
ports of a great discover, the wigmaker
cried out that he knew where the fault lay
not in his wig as to small. “O, no,’’said
the, “my wig is no too small, but the Doc
for’s head too big— great deal too big, by
gar!” Franklin, smiling, replied, that the
ault could hardly lie there; for, that his
head was made by God himself, who was
not subject to err. Upon this, the wigma
ker took in a little; but still contended that
there must be something the matter with
Dr. Franklin's head; it was, at any rate,
“out of de fashion.” He begged that the
Doctor would “please for remember, dat
his head had not the honor of being made
in Pafee. No, by gar, fer if it had been
made in Paree,it no been half such ahead.
