noon
Vixen replied as best she might , with scraps of news about the neighbours , rich and poor , the dogs , horses , and gardens . It was hateful to her to have to direct her letters to Mrs. Winstanley . The days went on . Vixen rode from early morning till noon , and rambled in the Forest for the best part of the afternoon . She used to take her books there , and sit for hours reading on a mossy bank under one of the boughy beeches , with Argus at her feet . The dog was company enough for her . She wanted no one better .