HAPTER, ONE 

 The Awakenin 



Y name is "Happy" at 



least that is what the bees 



have always called me; and well I re- 

 member the first time I heard the word. I suppose I 

 was joyfully flapping my wings at having emerged, 

 white and feeble, but a living being, from the dark- 

 ness of my cell, when I heard a queer, thin voice 

 saying: "He 1 isn't a minute old, and yet what a fuss 

 he's making with his wings ! Let's call him ' Happy ' !" 

 All around I could hear little noises of approval; 

 any number of strange faces came hurrying to look 

 me over; two or three actually jostled me, and one 

 even drew his tongue across my face and for the 

 first time I tasted honey. I found out afterward that 



1 It is well known that all worker bees are females. But I have 

 changed Happy to the other sex. Here I have taken a liberty, 

 warranted, I think, under the circumstances. THE AUTHOR. 



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