THE LIFE OF A BEE 



"Come with me," I said, in a whisper. 



He followed, limping but uncomplaining. 



On the bottom-board we saw a number of dead bees 

 which I had not noticed on going in, I had been in such 

 haste. 



"So many of my brothers are dead," he murmured, 

 "why should I want to live? Because I am needed? 

 You think I am needed? You think I am commanded 

 by the high powers to give my energies and my intel- 

 ligence to the problems that confront us ? Perhaps that 

 is true, and I shall bide by the call and give my life to 

 my new family." 



We came at length to the entrance; I noticed that he 

 turned and looked in a dazed way at the things about 

 him. It was a sad farewell. His little brothers had 

 gone. His tribe had perished. He should see his 

 home never again. 



Then I rose on my wings and he followed me ever so 

 closely. A new chapter in our lives had opened. 



