'Oh! Fancy you not knowing Foxy! Her's my little cub. Pretty! you ne'er
saw anything so pretty.'

Edward thought he had.

'But she canna get used to folks' ways.' (This was a new point of view
to Edward.) 'She'm a fox, and she can't be no other. And I'd liefer
she'd _be_ a fox.'

'Foxes are very mischievous,' Edward said mildly.

'Mischievous!' Hazel flamed on him like a little thunderstorm.
'Mischievous! And who made 'em mischievous, I'd like to know? They
didna make theirselves.'

'God made them,' Edward said simply.

'What for did He, if He didna like 'em when they were done?'

'We can't know all His reasons; He walks in darkness.'

'Well, that's no manner of use to me and Foxy,' said Hazel practically.
'So all as I can see to do is to get married and take Foxy where
there's no chicks.'

'So you think of marrying?'

'Ah! And I told father I'd marry the first as come. I swore it by the
Mountain.'