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OUR BACKDOOR NEIGHBORS 



The drones are big blundering fellows who 

 never work. 



"It is nicer out here, and, besides, the story 

 will seem more real while I lie and look up at 

 r ~ the birds among the 



branches over- 



y|^ head," she said. 



This is the story 

 that he told the lit- 

 tle girl under the 

 big tree. 



"For centuries 

 the wise men of the 

 earth have known 

 of the magic city. 

 In every generation men have visited it and 

 endeavored to learn all the secrets of the little 

 people that live there. Little by little they 

 have learned some of the secrets, and there 

 are still many that they guard very carefully 

 and which man has never yet found out. 

 These little people are wonderful chemists, 

 for they gather a commonplace product from 

 the fields and so change its character that it 

 will keep for many years without spoiling. 

 They are wonderful builders, and utilize a 

 product which they make for themselves and 

 which man has never learned to imitate, in 

 their building. They have developed the most 



