him all over with powdered slate-pencil, to make him the right
colour for Grey Brother. But he shook it all off, and it had taken
an awful time to do. Then Alice said--

'Oh, I know!' and she ran off to Father's dressing-room, and came
back with the tube of creme d'amande pour la barbe et les mains,
and we squeezed it on Pincher and rubbed it in, and then the
slate-pencil stuff stuck all right, and he rolled in the dust-bin
of his own accord, which made him just the right colour. He is a
very clever dog, but soon after he went off and we did not find him
till quite late in the afternoon. Denny helped with Pincher, and
with the wild-beast skins, and when Pincher was finished he said--

'Please, may I make some paper birds to put in the trees? I know
how.'

And of course we said 'Yes', and he only had red ink and
newspapers, and quickly he made quite a lot of large paper birds
with red tails. They didn't look half bad on the edge of the
shrubbery.

While he was doing this he suddenly said, or rather screamed, 'Oh?'

And we looked, and it was a creature with great horns and a fur
rug--something like a bull and something like a minotaur--and I
don't wonder Denny was frightened. It was Alice, and it was
first-class.

Up to now all was not yet lost beyond recall. It was the stuffed
fox that did the mischief--and I am sorry to own it was Oswald who