She appealed to the sleeping Lumai, who awoke heavily and fatly, who muttered and mumbled easy terms of Somo dialect to the effect that it was a most decent world, that all puppy dogs and eldest-born sons were right delightful things to possess, that he had never yet starved to death, and that peace and sleep were the finest things that ever befell the lot of mortal man--and, in token thereof, back into the peace of sleep, he snuggled his nose into the biceps of his arm for a pillow and proceeded to snore.
But Lamai, eyes stubbornly sullen, with mutinous foot-stampings and a perfect knowledge that all was clear behind him to leap and flee away if his mother rushed upon him, persisted in retaining his puppy dog.

In the end, after an harangue upon the worthlessness of Lamai's father, she went back to sleep.
Ideas beget ideas.

Lamai had learned how astonishingly thirsty Jerry had been.

This engendered the idea that he might be equally hungry.

So he applied dry branches of wood to the smouldering coals he dug out of the ashes of the cooking-fire, and builded a large fire.