A LIONESS and a Vixen were talking together about their young, as mothers will, and saying how healthy and well-grown they were, and what beautiful coats they had, and how they were the image of their parents. “ My litter of cubs is a joy to see,” said the Fox ; and then she added, rather maliciously, “ But I notice you never have more than one.” “ No,” said the Lioness grimly, “ but that one’s a lion.”
Quality, not quantity.