A man of many trades.

A gentleman will be should be had been staying for several days in on at a hotel, but nobody is had been would be able to discover what which who he was.

One day, at least at best at last , a little girl asked him who what that his profession was.

"I sometimes dress gentlemen's and ladies' gentlemen and ladies' gentlemen's and ladies hair, my dear", he answers has answered answered .

"You are a hairdresser?"

"I was am were not. I sometimes brush clothes."

"Oh, I see, you are have been were a servant?"

"Oh, dear, no. I make coats, jackets and trousers."

"I see, you are tailor the tailor a tailor ?"

"I am not. I made make will make boots and shoes."

"A shoemaker, then when what ?"

"I am not a shoemaker, I earn my bread in at by making faces", and he made much many such faces that the little girl would could should not help bursting burst to burst into laughter, and everybody have said had said said at once : "You are a comedian."

"You are will be can be wrong, and all I said is true: I were was am a portrait-painter."

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