CHAPTER XVIII 

 THE NEW HOME 



jWICE a day now Silvergray 

 left the little ones, to forage 

 for herself, soon after sun- 

 rise and just before sunset. 

 It was on the morning out- 

 ing that she went house hunting. And 

 Bannertail went too. Ever he led to the 

 cosey home in his old red oak. But there is 

 a right that is deeply rooted in custom, in 

 logic, and in female instinct, that it is the 

 she-one's privilege to select, prepare, and 

 own the home. Every suggestion that he 

 made by offered lead or actual entry, was 

 scorned and the one who made it, snubbed. 

 She did her own selecting, and, strangest 

 thing of all, she chose the rude stick nest 



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