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had grown was really surprising: her ears had 

 developed, her eyes were bright and inquisitive, 

 and her tail it could not yet be called a brush 

 was almost twice its former length. She had now 

 a pronounced white tag, which goes to prove that 

 a tag is no indication of either age or sex ; indeed, 

 as mentioned before, one of the most beautiful 

 brushes I have seen was that of a vixen. 



Toby, now six weeks old, was a dear little 

 thing, with the most engaging ways. She was 

 full of life and spirits, and would play like a kitten, 

 biting my fingers, pouncing on them, then rolling 

 on her back, and kicking in the air with all four 

 feet at once. She now required more space than 

 the narrow limits of the box to which she had 

 been transferred from the basket, so I turned 

 the box on its side in an empty room. Here 

 she could run about and take plenty of exercise, 

 being able to go back to her bed when tired. I 

 provided a tray of sand in a corner of the room 

 with a view to training her in cleanly habits, and 

 I must add that she proved on the whole most 

 remarkably clean, but the first use she put it to 

 was that of a store place. Going into the room, 

 I found her in the act of burying a piece of meat 

 in the sand. She was doing it beautifully, just 

 as a dog buries a bone. She had scratched a hole, 

 and was just putting the meat into it. She dropped 

 her treasure in, then pushed the soil back with 

 her nose, continuing to heap it up until she had 

 quite a pile. I found that the flesh of old rabbits 

 suited her better than that of young ones, and 



