X BOW-WOW FEELS VERY ILL
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"Well, will that do?" said Mew-Mew.
"Oh, I do not know; I am very ill."
"I dare say you are not a bit worse than I am; you have not a bad cold as I have."
"A bad cold! What is a bad cold to a leg as full of pain as mine is?"
"Oh! there you are! all about the leg again!"
Mew-Mew went off to her rug, and was soon fast asleep.
She slept this time for a good long while, and Bow-Wow slept too; but as break of day came, Bow-Wow made a very loud cry.
"Dear me! dear me! what is it now?" said Mew-Mew.
"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.