"You would not care if I were dying ten times over," said the cat. And she put her paw over her face, and began to cry.
"I—I—I should," said Bow-Wow; "I am sure I should care very much."
"Well, well," said Mew-Mew, "I do not wish to be cross with you, now that you are about to die."
"Let us be friends then," said Bow-Wow.
"We will," said Mew-Mew.
Then they were quite still for some time. They did not know what to make of being friends.
They did not speak, for they did not know what to say.