It was nice, when one was frightened and had lost one's mother, to be cuddled so softly by a creature that was evidently friendly, in spite of the dreaded man smell that hung about her.

His mother had tried to teach him that that smell was the most dangerous of all the warning smells his nostrils could encounter.

But the lesson had been most imperfectly learned, and now was easily forgotten.

He was tired, moreover, and wanted to go to sleep.

So he snuggled his glossy, roguish face down into the baby's lap and shut his eyes.