.

"But where is the painter monkey?" asked Grandpa. "I didn't see him."

"Oh! he forgot to bring some red paint to make the blinds green or blue
or some color like that," answered the little guinea pig girl, "so he
went home to get it. He'll be back soon."

"Suppose you come outside and show me how he paints the house,"
suggested Grandpa, thinking perhaps that might make Brighteyes forget
her pain.

"Of course I will, Grandpa Croaker," said the little creature. "I know
just how he paints, for I watched him just before you came, and when I
saw him put on the bright colors it made me forget my toothache. Come,
I'll show you how he does it."

So Brighteyes took Grandpa's paw, and led him outside where there were
ladders and scaffolds and pots of paint and lumps of putty, and spots of
bright colors all over, and lots of brushes, little and big, and more
putty and paint, and oh! I don't know what all.

"Now this is how the painter monkey does it," said Brighteyes. "He takes
a brush, and he dips it in the paint pot, and then he lets some of the
loose paint fall off, and then he wiggles the brush up and down and
sideways and across the middle on the boards of the house, and--it's
painted."

"I see," said Grandpa, and then, before he could stop her, Brighteyes
took one of the painter monkey's brushes, and dipped it into a pot of
the pink paint. And she leaned over too far, and the first thing you
know she fell right into that pink paint pot, clothes, toothache and
all! What do you think of that?

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, as soon as she could get her breath. "This is
awful--terrible!"

"It certainly is!" said Grandpa Croaker. "But never mind, Brighteyes.
I'll help you out. Don't cry." So he fished her out with his cane, and
he took some rags, and some turpentine, and he cleaned off the pink
paint as best he could, and then he took Brighteyes into the house, and
the little guinea pig girl put on clean clothes, and then she looked as
good as ever, except that there were some spots of pink paint on her
nose.

"Never mind," said Grandpa, as he gave her a sugar cookie, and just then
Mrs. Pigg came back with the doctor's medicine.

"Why--why!" exclaimed Brighteyes as she kissed her mother, "my toothache
has all stopped!" and, surely enough it had. I guess it got scared
because of the pink paint and went away.

Anyhow the tooth didn't ache any more, and the next day Brighteyes went
to the dentist's and had it pulled. A