8 EYE SPY 



while, taking many, many long rides every day, 

 and always coming back to the prettiest little 

 house on a bench under the trees. This was a 

 sort of bee hotel, with many hundreds of guests. 

 It was all partitioned off inside into little six-sided 

 rooms, and the walls were so thin that you could 

 see through them. Indeed, I soon came to like 

 this little home so well that one morning I de- 

 cided that I would not leave it again. I had 

 begun to get tired of my roving life. I saw a lot 

 of little white fat babies tucked away in some of 

 these little rooms, and this very bee which I had 

 adopted as my mother was engaged in bringing 

 food to some of these babies, and sealing them up 

 in their nests. This was enough for me. I con- 

 cluded to bring my roving habit to a close, and 

 become a bee baby in truth ; so watching for my 

 opportunity, I loosened my clutch upon the moth- 

 er bee, and dropped into one of the little rooms. 



" Then I became sleepy, and can tell you noth- 

 ing more than that when I woke up I didn't 

 know who or what I was. My six spider legs 

 had gone, and I had a half-dozen little short feet 

 instead ; and instead of the sprightly ideas of my 

 baby days, the thought of such a thing as even 

 moving was a bore. But I was hungrier than ever, 

 and the first thing I did was to fall upon another 

 fat youngster who disputed the room with me, 

 and make short work of him. That was breakfast. 



