It was there that we saw the baby tiger solemnly spreading its mouth and trying to roar like its majestic mother.

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.