

Iff CHAPTER, SEVEN 



wBCrip,ti.e Wise 



HEN we had returned to our 

 cell we halted, and for a season 

 remained quiet. Indeed, we slept 

 a tiny bit, as much as ever a bee can sleep at a stretch, 

 and then we fell into meditation. Among other things, 

 I was wondering what the Queen-Mother was doing 

 when she popped her long, thin body into each cell 

 as she made her rounds. I could not understand and 

 so I called on Crip to explain. 



"Why, laying eggs!" he said, right sharply, as 

 though annoyed at my ignorance. 



"Well, what are eggs?" for I was still no wiser. 

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