and whirl round in a _pirouette_. (If you do not know what a _pirouette_
is, you must get some one to explain and pronounce the word for you.)

You would laugh to see Dandy imitate the great dancers. Though he can
hardly be called graceful, he is very amusing; and we children willingly
pay for the sight a cent each when the Captain passes round the hat.

Mr. Werner thinks of taking Dandy to other towns to show off his
accomplishments. If you should ever see him, I hope you will treat him
well for my sake. I am the boy in the picture with a slate under his
arm; and my name is

RICHARD ROE.

LITTLE MISCHIEF.

IV.

BESSIE went to pass a week with her Aunt Clara and Uncle Frank. Uncle
Frank was a portrait-painter. One day Bessie took her doll Cornelia, and
went into his studio.

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On the easel stood a portrait. Bessie looked at it, and thought it must
be a likeness of her friend Col. Fraser. "But," said she, "the mustache
is too faint: it wants paint."

Then she remembered hearing her uncle say that he had more work than he
could attend to. "What if I do a little work for him, and so give him a
surprise!" thought she.

V.

"Uncle Frank, when he is by, never lets me touch his paints," said
Bessie to herself; "but that must be because he does not know how clever
I am. Nothing can be easier to paint than a mustache. It is only a
number of hairs."

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So Bessie climbed up into her uncle's chair, and took one of his long
brushes in her hand. Then she looked at the colors on the palette, and
tried to mix the blue and red as she had seen Uncle Frank do.

The long brush was hard to manage. However, she remembered the rhyme,
"Try, try, try again;" and she worked away until she thought she had got
the tint.

VI.

At last Bessie was ready to begin her great work. So, standing on
tiptoe, she applied the brush to the upper-lip. She was determined,
while she was about it, to give Col. Fraser a thoroughly good mustache,
long and thick.

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Now and then she would step back a little way, and consider the picture
from a distance, as she had seen her uncle do. She was well pleased with
her work. It was certainly a great improvement: so Bessie thought.

At last she laid down her brush. She felt quite charmed with her
success, and picked up her doll off the floor, that she might see how
well her little mamma could