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banded rogue who made so free with the 

 flowers. 



" Perhaps it is a little white house, that 

 stands in a row of little white houses, on bee 

 street," replied my friend, " or maybe it is a 

 bee-tree two or three miles from here. But, 

 in either case, she will not waste any time in 

 getting home once she has started. 



" When she fairly gets her bearings she will 

 fly home as straight as an old crow will make 

 for the rookery, and that has come to be a 

 proverb.'" 



" How can she tell which way to go if she 

 cannot see her home? " I asked. " She has 

 no road to travel." 



" No, she does not do it that way," replied 

 Ben. " Many of the animals and birds, and 

 even the small insects have a sense of direc- 

 tion, a kind of compass in their heads that will 

 always tell them which is the way home. No 

 matter how dark it is or how rough the way, 

 this instinct never fails. 



" If a man is lost in the woods or on the 

 prairies, his horse knows the way home a 



