"Yet you lie there and groan.
"As for poor me, all I have to lie on is an old bit of rug.
I think it is I that ought to groan."
"I wish you had my leg," said Bow-Wow.
"Oh, we shall never hear the last of that leg now." Then, as she had no more to say, she went to her rug to sleep.
But she had only slept for a little while, and had fallen into a nice dream about a mouse, when Bow-Wow gave a great cry.
"Why do you call out in that way?" said Mew-Mew, in a rage.
"I am so hot," cried Bow-Wow, "that I think I shall die."
"I wish you were dead," said the cat.