Fluffy is happy. And why? Simply because his best Sunday girl has consented to escort him to the Exhibition together with her sister. As he walks—

Round with loveliness on each arm, he is the envy of everyone. Even the Indians stare at them. After a walk in the grounds, Fluffy rushes off to buy—

A catalogue of the Exhibition, and when he returns—well, the above picture speaks for itself. Fluffy now shuns feminine society.