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OUR BACKDOOR NEIGHBORS 



so Mother Polecat scampered into a hollow 

 basswood tree in the front yard, where she was 

 followed by her four babies. After nightfall 

 she came out to search for more satisfactory 

 quarters. The Naturalist and his boys were 

 much interested to learn where she would take 

 up housekeeping next. 



The Naturalist persuaded them not to break family ties. 



