It happened to be just the corner where the Jampot kept her sewing machine, and you would think, if you came to the nursery as a stranger, and saw him sitting, his eyes fixed beamingly upon the machine, his tail erect, and his body here and there quivering a little, that from duties of manly devotion he was protecting the Jampot's property.

She knew better; she regarded, in some undefined way, this continued contemplation by him of her possessions as an ironical insult.

She did everything possible to drive him from the corner; he inevitably returned, and as he always delicately stepped aside when she approached, it could not be said that he was in her way.

Once she struck him; he looked at her in such a fashion that "her flesh crept."...

She never struck him again.
For Jeremy he became more and more of a delight.