A great golliwog of a black dog who sat on one side of the tent like an image, watching them as if he meant to eat them, and a great fluff of a white cat sitting on the other with her eyes shut as if she did not want to watch them.
No! Indeed it was impossible to tell what might not happen! And that is exactly how it turned out.

What _really_ did happen no one knew.

It was Foster-mother who, waking first, let loose a shriek while still half awake.

This roused Head-nurse, who let loose another.

For Baby Akbar was no longer between them.