CHAPTER, ELEVEN 



The Fight with the 

 Web Worms 



reached home quickly and were 

 making our way along the combs, 

 when I was accosted by a preten- 

 tious bee. 



"It's your turn to nurse. Come with me. This 

 shall be your section. These little ones are to be fed 

 to-night." 



"Well, with what shall I feed them?" I asked, im- 

 pulsively, somewhat irritated to think that I, a honey- 

 gatherer, should be set at such a task. 



In answer to my question I got only a look; but I 

 shall not forget it it was withering. I felt ashamed 

 of myself; and I resolved never again to question an 

 assignment of duty. 



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