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20 Friday
[[strikethrough]] Thursday [[/strikethrough]], 17 July 1925

Venturing out this afternoon we went first in search of a barber shop, and having found a fairly clean and very elaborately tiled and white-painted one which Dorothy had spotted previously I gave myself up to be trimmed. The young fellow cut my hair with great care and nice precision, then asked what else I wanted and I told him a shave. So shave he did. Having finished the space normally allotted to the razor, gleaning until not a bit of recognizable stubble was left, he started off in the manner of Chinese barbers making smooth the surfaces of their Chinese customers. First it was all around my ears, then the ears themselves. Inside and out he went, back and front. Then he got back onto my face and wandered up around my forehead. Leaving my eyebrows and lashes he scraped diligently all around my eyes, then carefully whittled off my nose. I was very much amused at the performance, for [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] often I had watched it happening to someone else but never before had I subjected myself to such treatment, and I was the more surprised since this particular barber shop proclaimed themselves as barbers in the foreign manner. I had made up my mind that I would stop him when he got the little knives and started up into my nose and down into my ears, but he did not venture and I was spared. He put some tonic (I think it was really only a strong odor) on my head and dismissed. "How much?" I asked. "Two dimes and seven coppers," he replied. He changed a dollar for me and I gave him the extra loose coppers, about a dozen, by way of a tip. The whole business had cost me less than twenty-five cents in our money. Just now there are about thirteen silver dimes to a dollar and a two dime piece is just about almost nothing at all. Such a cleaning for such a price I never had before. 

It rained while I was being made beautiful, [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] and Dorothy was out looking around. When she came back she had a small package containing a blue sick Hangchou wedding belt of the old style, made like a tubular fishnet, with long, long fringe. At home once more I put it on and we admired me greatly. 

Saturday, 18 July

This afternoon we set out for the Imperial Island, stopping on the way at the Monastery of Manifest Congratulations. We crossed a stone bridge over a pond walled with red walls on three sides, to the main