THE BRIGHTON CATS 183

 

TIB ACTS AS BUTLER.

penance.” Poor Tib and Moffit,—for they generally are
the naughty ones,— how they hate this! But they never
think of such a thing as escaping the punishment. No,
indeed ; they jump upon a chair at once, and, shutting their
eyes, stand as you see them in the picture, two images of
misery, until their master says they may get down.

What else can they do? Why, ever so many bright
things, I suppose, though I have told you of all that comes
to my mind at present. Ah, yes, they bowed; yes, all
three stood in a line and bowed eravely whenever the
pleased audience applauded very warmly. Sometimes,
too, they would place their right paws upon their hearts
as they bowed; but this was an uncertain part of the per-
formance, and their master pretended not to notice when
they failed.

One day an old woman from the country, after intently