At last he stammered: "Ma'am ?" "A chair, please, I said, for Spunk, you know.

Spunk always sits at the table right next to me." It was too much for Bertram.

He fled chokingly to the hall.

William dropped weakly into his own place.

Cyril stared as had Pete; but Mrs.
Hartwell spoke.
"You don't mean--that that cat--has a chair--at the table!" she gasped.
"Yes; and isn't it cute of him ?" beamed Billy, entirely misconstruing the surprise in the lady's voice.