"You like cats?"
"I love them."
Charles looked gloomily at the grimalkins.
"Seems to me you must have your food stolen."
"We used to, but Susannah locks everything up now before she goes to bed."
She inverted the milk jug to show the cats that there was no milk left, and the intelligent creatures comprehending left the room, the black leading the way.
"Faithful creatures!" sneered Charles.
"Aren't they! Oh, but, Cousin Charles—I mean Mr——"
"No; call me Cousin Charles."