proclaimed very soon, and life made a burden to him, until he found out the best way of silencing his tormentor was by mending the faults.
"My papa says you are a dandy-prat, and you are," said Chow-chow, one day when the desire to improve her race was very strong upon her.
"What is a dandy-prat?" asked Cupid, looking troubled at the new accusation.
"I asked him, and he said a vain fellow; and you are vain,—so now!"
"Am I?" and Cupid stopped to think it over.
"Yes; you're horrid vain of your hair, and your velvet clothes, and the dimple in your chin. I know it, 'cause you always look in the glass when you are dressed up, and keep feeling of that ugly hole in your chin, and I see you brush your hair ever so much."
Poor Cupid colored up with shame, and turned his back to the mirror, as the sharp-tongued young monitor went on:—
"My mamma said if you were her boy she'd cut off your curls, put you in a plain suit, and stick some court-plaster over that place till you forgot all about it."
