"What?" cried Eleanor again.
"S-sh! Not so loud or you will frighten them away!"
"Polly—impossible! What do you mean anyway?"
"The beavers live there until the family grows too large, then they either build another story to the house, or start a new colony where aspens can be had in plenty. As there are so many young aspens here in perfect security, for the beavers, Grandfather Beaver remains here."
"Oh, Polly! You mean they are real beavers!" gasped Eleanor.
"Yes, and I knew you would love to see them at work, but we have to keep very quiet if we want them to come out."
"Tell me about them—quick—before we have to go away," begged Eleanor, eagerly.
"We won't have to go, but we have to keep quiet. You see they must have been cutting aspens over there, when they heard us coming and so they made a dive for safety. They are now hiding in the huts."
"What can we do to coax them out again?"
"We'll lead the burros to the park to graze, and we'll come back and sit quietly on this rock to watch for them."