One evening we were all, except father, going to a ball, and when we started we left "the Master" and his cat in the drawing room together. The Master was reading at a small table when suddenly the candle went out. My father, who was much interested in his book. relighted the candle, stroked the cat, who was looking at him pathetically he noticed, and continued his reading.
A few minutes later, as the light became dim, he looked up just in time to see puss deliberately put out the candle with his paw, and then looking appealingly at him. This second and unmistakeable hint was not disregarded and puss was given the petting he craved."
