The E. L. Oh, yes; but _he_ isn't, you know; so please be _very_ gentle with him! And could you get him a little water first? I'm sure he's thirsty. (MR. STIPPLER _brings water in a developing dish, which_ FLUFF _empties promptly_.) Now he'll be as _good_----! MR. STIP. (_after wiping_ FLUFF'S _chin and arranging his legs_). If we can only keep him like that for one second. The E. L. But he ought to have his ears pricked. (MR. STIPPLER _makes weird noises behind the camera, resembling demon cats in torture_; FLUFF _regards him with calm contempt_.) Oh, and his hair is all in his eyes, and they're his best feature! [MR. STIPPLER _attempts to part_ FLUFF'S _fringe; snarls_. MR. STIP. I have not discovered his eyes at present, Madam; but he appears to have excellent--ah--_teeth_. The E. L. _Has_n't he! Now, couldn't you catch him like _that_? MR. STIP. _(to himself_). He's more likely to catch _me_ like that! (_Aloud; as he retreats under a hanging canopy._) I think we shall get a good one of him as he is. (_Focussing_.) Yes, that will do very nicely. (_He puts in the plate, and prepares to release the shutter, whereupon_ FLUFF _deliberately rises and presents his tail to the camera_.) I presume you do not desiah a _back_ view of the dog, Madam! [Illustration: "What's she got hold of _now_."] The E. L. Certainly not! Oh, Fluffy, naughty--naughty! Now lie down again, like a good dog. Oh, I'm afraid he's going to sleep! MR. STIP. If you would kindly take this--ah--toy in your hand, Madam, it might rouse him a little. The E. L. (_exhibiting a gutta-percha rat_). Here, Fluffy, Fluffy, _here's_ a pitty sing! What _is_ it, eh! FLUFF (_after opening one eye_). The old fool fancies she's got a rat! Well, she may _keep_ it! [_He curls himself up again_. MR. STIP. We must try to obtain more--ah--animation than that. [_He hands the_ ELDERLY LADY _a jingling toy_. The E. L. (_shaking it vigorously_). Fluffy, see what Missis has got! FLUFF _(by a yawn of much eloquence_). At _her_ age, too! Wonderful how she can _do_ it! [_He closes his eyes wearily._ MR. STIP. Perhaps you may produce a better effect with this. [_He hands her a stuffed stoat._ FLUFF (_to himself_). What's she got hold of _now_? Hul-lo! (_He rises, and inspects the stoat with interest._) I'd no idea the old girl was so "varmint"! MR. STIP. Capital! Now, if he'll stay like that another----(FLUFF _jumps down, and wags his tail with conscious merit._) Oh, _dear_ me. I never saw such a dog! The E. L. He's tired out, poor doggie, and no wonder. But he'll be all the _quieter_ for it, _won't_ he? (_After restoring_ FLUFF _to the chair._) Now, couldn't you take him panting, like that? MR. STIP. I must wait till he's got a little less tongue out, Madam. The E. L. Must you? Why? _I_ should have thought it was a capital opportunity.