I was quite sure, in a day or two, that he never took the table-cloth off even.

So I laid a trap for him.

I tore up some paper, and put half a dozen bits on my table one night, and the cloth over them as usual.

Next morning after breakfast up I came, pulled off the cloth, and, sure enough, there was the paper, which fluttered down on to the floor.

I was in a towering rage.