"Shall I fetch you another cup?" said she, and taking his cup she went out.
Laska kept poking her head under his hand.
He stroked her, and she promptly curled up at his feet, laying her head on a hindpaw.
And in token of all now being well and satisfactory, she opened her mouth a little, smacked her lips, and settling her sticky lips more comfortably about her old teeth, she sank into blissful repose.