She alighted on the very spot whence she had first caught sight of the fox, stood for a moment stiffly erect, while she stared about her with keen, bright eyes, and then she gave a soft little call.

Instantly the chicks were all about her, apparently springing up out of the ground as at the utterance of a spell.

And proudly she led them away to another feeding ground.
What more the Child might have seen had time been allowed him will never be known, for now the session was interrupted.

He was hoping for a porcupine to come by, or a deer, or a moose.

He was half-hoping, half-fearing that it might be a bear, or a big Canadian lynx with dreadful eyes and tufted ears.