11-1 STORIES OF PLANTS AND ANIMALS 



, " I would rather not say anything about it," 

 answered the Monarch. u Ask the Hawk him- 

 self ; he will be sure to visit the honeysuckles 

 to-night, or else the petunias or lilies, for he 

 carries messages for many deep-throated blos- 

 soms." 



" I suppose we must wait," said Tommy- Anne 

 to Waddles. " Heart of Nature's things do not 

 seem to like to tell tales about each other. What 

 shall we do now ? " 



" We might go and see how Obi is managing 

 with the chickens," answered Waddles. 



" We might, but we wont" said his mistress. 

 " I will attend to Obi and the chickens, and you 

 may go and rest on the piazza. Mind, sir ! " 



The bees held high carnival in the garden all 

 the afternoon, bees of all kinds and descriptions, 

 hive bees, wild bees, carpenters, and bumble bees, 

 all bustling and repeating the flower messages in 

 such loud voices, that if there were any secrets 

 among them, they were pretty well spread abroad. 

 As the sun lowered, one by one disappeared, 

 zigzagging home in different directions. 



Waddles had come to grief soon after dinner, 

 by poking his nose into a hornet's nest, and was 

 now in a shady part of the garden, with his 



