"Should you like a mouse?" cried Mew-Mew.
"Ah! I fear a mouse would get away from me.
I do not know how to deal with a mouse as you do, Mew-Mew, even when I am well.
I should like some cold meat."
"Well, I will see what I can do," said Mew-Mew.
Away she went; but the only food that she could find was some cold pork.
She had two or three bites at this, to make sure it was good, and then went back to Bow-Wow with her prize.
"What is it, Mew-Mew?"