Dear me, how proud she was of it, and how she took it in
her arms and cuddled it up close to her! The whole family came out to look
at her, and the Colonel said:
"And this is only a cat! What great tenderness there should be in the
human heart when a poor little animal can be like this!"
And the next day Uncle Dick, who was a great favorite with all of us, rode
up to the fence and shouted cheerily:
"Hello, boys! Here is a present for you. I killed a mother fox at the
mouth of her hole, and here is one of her babies."
And he reached down into his pocket and drew out a baby fox about as large
as an interrogation point, but the funniest and sharpest little thing you
ever saw, though its eyes were not open yet.
With one accord we shouted:
"There's a baby for Juno!" and away we ran with it and laid it beside the
new kitten.
Juno arose and looked the little stranger over with evident anxiety. She
seemed to be troubled with some haunting suspicion that this was not an
orthodox cat. The bushy red tail was a special subject of curiosity. She
touched it up with her paw and looked at it with her head on one side.
For several dreadful minutes we were afraid that Juno was going to leave
an orphan on our hands; but we did not know her, after all.
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