'Never a one. Nobody but our Foxy.'
'Edward, too, has none. Who is Foxy?'
'My little cub.'
'You speak as if the animals were a relation, dear.'
'So all animals be my brothers and sisters.'
'I know, dear. Quite right. All animals in conversation should be so.
But any single animal in reality is only an animal, and can't be.
Animals have no souls.'
'Yes, they have, then! If they hanna; you hanna!'
Edward hastened to make peace.
'We don't know, do we, mother?' he said. 'And now suppose we have tea?'
Mrs. Marston looked at Hazel suspiciously over the rim of her glasses.