EYE SPY 
while, taking many, many long rides every day, 
and always coming back to the prettiest little 
house on a bench under the trees. This was a 
sort of bee hotel, with many hundreds of guests. 
It was all partitioned off inside into little six-sided 
rooms, and the walls were so thin that you could 
see through them. Indeed, I soon came to like 
this little home so well that one morning I de- 
cided that I would not leave it again. I had 
begun to get tired of my roving life. I saw a lot 
of little white fat babies tucked away in some of 
these little rooms, and this very bee which I had 
adopted as my mother was engaged in bringing 
food to some of these babies and sealing them up 
in their nests. This was enough for me. I con- 
cluded to bring my roving habit to a close, and 
become a bee baby in truth ; so watching for my 
opportunity, I loosened my clutch upon the moth- 
er bee, and dropped into one of the little rooms. 
" Then I became sleepy, and can tell you noth- 
ing more than that when I woke up I didn't 
know who or what I was. My six spider legs 
had gone, and I had a half-dozen little short feet 
instead ; and instead of the sprightly ideas of my 
baby days, the thought of such a thing as even 
moving was a bore. But I was hungrier than ever, 
and the first thing I did was to fall upon another 
fat youngster who disputed the room with me, 
and make short work of him. That was breakfast. 
