Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: The eldest asked: “Have you had your food?" "Yes." They looked at each other and said: “Mother went away thinking that you wouldn't have eaten, and that you would come and ask for it." "Not I,” he said. “I know your mother-well, children you may all go away now or take this baby with you and play with her." There was consternation in my daughter's face and she muttered: "Father, don't let them call me.” He saw this and said: "You don't want to go with them? Then don't. Now you may all leave us.” With a great shout they ran towards the street and vanished. I couldn't help asking: “Where are they going?" "I don't know. I can't say-perhaps to the gutter, or to some low-class den in the neighbourhood. I've no control over them. They are their mother's special care, you know.” There was a hint of a terrible domestic condition. I did not wish to pursue it. But I blundered into it. "Don't they attend your school?" "They!" he repeated: "I could sooner get the Emperor's children. My school is for all the children in the world except my own." "Where do they study?" "You may know better... .” At this point a fat woman of about thirty-five, with sparse hair tied into a knot at the back of her head, her face shining with oil and perspiration, strode up the steps of the house. She threw a look at him and did not seem in the least to notice me sitting in the passage, though striding past us. She walked into the house, muttering: “So you have found the way home after all!" gritting her teeth. He didn't reply but merely looked at me sadly. She stood in the doorway of the house and said: "How long must I keep dinner waiting? Do you think I'm made of stone?" "Nobody asked you to wait." "You are not to decide who should wait and who should not. You and your school! You don't know the way back from your school, I suppose.” "Don't speak rubbish. Here is a cultured visitor, who will laugh at us." "Let him, what do I care? If he is big, he is a big man to you. He is not a big man to me. What do I care? Answer me first. Where were you all the time? Do you think I'm a paid watch-keeper for this house?" I could not watch this scene any longer. I got up and said: “We will be going." He looked at his wife and said: “I can't bring a gentleman to visit me without your driving him away with your fine behaviour." "Oh, no, it is not ..." I began. She replied: "Ah, what a fine sermon. I'm not going to be another woman than myself even if the king is here. What did I do to him?" "Don't take it ..." I began, starting up. My daughter said: "The cat. He hasn't given me the cat." He said: "Right. I never meant to forget." He looked at his wife and asked: "Where is that kitten? Is it inside?" "I don't know,” the wife said. “I have too much to do to be keeping count of the cats and dogs that pass this way." He smiled at me weakly and said: "Can't get a straight answer from her, at any time of the day! There are people in this world who have rough tongues but who are soft at heart- but this lady! I look ridiculous, speaking of my wife in this manner. But why should I not? Children have taught me to speak plainly, without the varnish of the adult world. I don't care if it strikes anyone as odd.” My daughter punctuated his narration with "Where is the cat?" I had the feeling that I ought to run away. So I said: “Perhaps it has gone out, he will bring it when it comes back home." He said, "Wait,” and went in and looked about and returned shaking his head. “It used to be in the store behind that tin. Forgive me, baby. I will positively get you a cat soon." My daughter looked very disappointed. So I cheered her up with a joke or two and walked out. He followed us back to our house. He seemed to feel more at home in my house than in his. [from Chapter 6] How does Narayan's writing strikingly portray the home life of the Headmaster and his family at this point in the novel?