The afternoon light rippled full of green reflections through the room.
The boy's small head appeared in it like a flower.

He smiled tenderly at the cat.

Anderson, glancing at him over his butterflies, thought what an angelic aspect he had.

He looked a darling of a boy.
The boy, stroking the cat, met the man's kindly approving eyes, and he smiled a smile of utter confidence and trust, which conveyed delicious flattery.

Then suddenly the hand stroking the cat desisted and made a dive into a small jacket-pocket and emerged with a treasure.