As for Dog he was sorely frightened, but after a little deliberation he resolved to face the matter out until he was certain of the danger. He conveyed the cubs, living and dead, quickly within, and then waited with well-dissembled anxiety the coming of his mistress.
Leopardess shortly arrived, and was met at the door by the obsequious Dog with fawning welcome.
“Where is Jackal?” asked Leopardess as she entered.
“I regret to say he has not returned yet from a visit which he said he was bound to pay his friends and family, whom he had not seen for so long,” replied Dog.
“Then you go and bring my little ones to me. Poor little dears, they must be hungry by this, and my milk troubles me,” commanded the mistress.
Dog departed readily, thinking to himself, “I am in for it now.” He soon returned, bearing one of the cubs, and laid it down.
“Bring the other one, quickly,” cried Leopardess.
“Yes, ma’am, immediately,” he said.
Dog took the same cub up again, but in a brief time returned with it. The cub, already satisfied, would not touch the teat.
“Go and bring the other one, stupid,” cried Leopardess, observing that it would not suck.