"If I am badly hurt you are quite safe, at any rate," said Bow-Wow.
"You run away, and leave your friend to get badly hurt, do you not?"
"Ah! but is it not a good thing that I did run away?
Who would nurse you now if I were hurt too?"
There was something in that, so Bow-Wow said no more about it.
Mew-Mew began to run over the things she could do for Bow-Wow: how she would put him to bed, get him some drink, and kill a bird for him.
Bow-Wow said he would like some food, and that if he had a very fine bird, he would try to eat some of it.
