CHAPTER XI 

 A Lively Bee Hunt 



ONE Saturday afternoon in June about 

 two months after our talk about bees, old Ben 

 came into the yard wearing a most ridiculous- 

 looking thing on his head. 



It was about as large as a good-sized water 

 pail, and came down over his head and rested 

 on his shoulders. It was made from a frame- 

 work of wire, covered with mosquito netting.' 

 The whole protected the face entirely, but 

 from what, I did not just know. 



" Why, Ben, what kind of a thing do you 

 call that? " I asked. " Looks as though you 

 had a giant's hat on and it was about twice too 

 large for you." 



" That's a veil,' " replied Ben, " and I 

 have brought along one for you; I made it 

 this morning. Let's see how it fits." 



