"He sat," said Vivian.
"Did he?" said Jane, amazed.
Siggy's one parlour trick was a very simple one. When he was expecting his dinner or a sweet or a biscuit he sat, gazing up meltingly and beseechingly with his toffee-ball eyes.
"Mm," said Vivian. "he did. I thought it was a bit odd---"
"I should jolly well think it was!" Jane agreed enthusiastically. "He never does that unless he's expecting a titbit! How jolly queer!"
From THE PENHALLOW MYSTERY, Chapter 4.