"I cannot bear this great pain any longer. You must come and help me with my bad leg."
"Anything for peace," said Mew-Mew, and up she came and bit through what was on the leg and took it off.
"Well, are you all right now?"
"I am better," said Bow-Wow. But he lay back, for he could not hold up his head.
"You do not look to me as if you would live," said the cat, after she had had a long look at him.
"Not look as if I should live?" said Bow-Wow.
"No, I do not think you will live;" and with that, she sat down before the dog, with her eyes fixed on his face, as if she meant to wait there and see the end of him.