It swaggered, scowling, back and forth on its short legs just as it had seen her do on her long ones, and now and then snarling viciously, exposing its teeth, with a threatening lift of its upper lip and bristling moustache; and when it thought it was impressing the visitors, it would spread its mouth wide and do that screechy cry which it meant for a roar, but which did not deceive.

It took itself quite seriously, and was lovably comical.

And there was a hyena--an ugly creature; as ugly as the tiger-kitty was pretty.

It repeatedly arched its back and delivered itself of such a human cry; a startling resemblance; a cry which was just that of a grown person badly hurt.

In the dark one would assuredly go to its assistance--and be disappointed.