148 MY STUDIO NEIGHBORS 



no longer a simple passive victim in the busy 

 bee's sweet pillage, but rather a conscious be- 

 ing, with hopes, aspirations, and companionships. 

 The insect is its counterpart. Its fragrance is 

 but a perfumed whisper of welcome, its color is as 

 the wooing blush and rosy lip, its portals are 

 decked for his coming, and its sweet hospitali- 

 ties humored to his tarrying; and as it finally 

 speeds its parting affinity rests content that its 

 life's consummation has been fulfilled. 



