The Morris pets were all fond of music.

As soon as Miss Laura sat down to the piano to sing or play, we came from all parts of the house.

Malta cried to get upstairs, Davy scampered through the hall, and Bella hurried after him.

If I was outdoors I ran in the house; and Jim got on a box and looked through the window.
Davy's place was on Miss Laura's shoulder, his pink nose run in the curls at the back of her neck.

I sat under the piano beside Malta and Bella, and we never stirred till the music was over; then we went quietly away.
Malta was a beautiful cat there was no doubt about it.