'No, they kills the poor foxes.'
'Vermin.'
Hazel's face became tense. She clenched her hands and advanced a determined chin.
'Keep yer tongue off our Foxy, or I unna stay!' she said.
'Who's Foxy?'
'My little small cub as I took and reared.'
'Oh! you reared it, did you?'
'Ah. She didna like having no mam. I'm her mam now.'
Reddin had been looking at her as thoughtfully as his rather maudlin state allowed.
He had decided that she should stay at Undern and be his mistress.