Edward hastily ended the discussion.
'Of course, they shall all come,' he said.
Somehow, Hazel made the sheltering of these poor creatures a matter of religion. He found himself connecting them with the great 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto these—' He had never seen the text in that light before. But he was dubious about the possibility of making his mother see it thus.
'They'll be much obleeged,' Hazel said. 'Come and see 'em.'
She spoke as one conferring the freedom of a city.
Foxy—very clean in her straw, smoothly white and brown, dignified, and golden of eye—looked mistrustfully at Edward and showed her baby white teeth.
'She'll liven the old lady up,' said Hazel.
'I'm afraid—' began Edward; and then—'she shows her teeth a good deal.'
'Only along of being frit.'
'She needn't be frightened. I'll take care of her and of you, and see that no harm comes to you.'