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As for the life he led poor Juno, we often wondered why she did not turn grayer than ever, having to deal with this graceless young reprobate.  If he found her trying to sleep a little, he would bite her ears and pull at her tail, bracing himself back on all four of his absurd little feet, and sometimes tumbling over in his excitement; and he rolled over her and growled and worried her until she must have been almost on the verge of insomnia!  Yet she never boxed his ears once, much as he deserved it.

As the kitten grew older and able to take part in the play, what romps the three used to have!  How many times I have seen them rushing through the house in wild pursuit of one another, making as much noise as a drove of horses, mother said, with the fox in the lead, and the cats chasing him, and all the children running to look.

But their favorite playground was in the yard, where the fountain was, with its big circular basin.  Around and around this basin they flew, and Flash always gained on his pursuers until he came up with them, vaulted over them, and was in front again, slipping out of sight like a spirit.  I suppose most animals enjoy themselves, but I am sure I never saw animals have a better time than Juno and those two children of hers.

And the good times went on without diminution for many a day.  Flash grew to be almost as large as his mother, but if he ever realized that he was not a cat we never knew it.  He was as familiar in the house as though he owned it.  When Ned and I were going to bed in the dark one night, and put out our hands to turn down the bedclothes, we touched something soft and furry, and we had both tumbled half-way down the stairs before we realized that Juno and Flash had gone to sleep in our bed.

And all the time how Juno loved the fox!  She scarcely ever came near him without stopping to rub her head against him affectionately, or to lick his sharp little ears.  She never did grow indifferent to this child of the forest that she had raised as her own.  Perhaps it would have been better if she had not cared so much.

One day a strange dog slipped in at the gate while some one was passing out.  The fox had never been hurt in his life, and he felt no fear of anything.  He trotted up to the dog with his inquisitive nose in the air, and before any one could speak or move, the dog had seized him and was shaking the life out of him.

I never shall forget how we ran from the sight of it, when the dog was beaten away.  But when we stole back after a while, Juno was with Flash, and was licking his face and trying her best to help him.  Even the Colonel could not bear to see her, but went away and shut himself up.

As for poor Flash, his day was done, and the merry little heart was still.  And a few hours later there was another grave at the foot of the garden.

We tried very hard after that to make Juno forget her loss, but she would not forget.  She missed the child that she had loved so tenderly, and broke away from our caresses to go mewing from room to room, or to sit by the fountain, filling the air with disconsolate wails.  She would not touch the food we offered her, though we saved her the most tempting morsels.