Buz 



This was satisfactory, as far as it went, but it had 

 its inconveniences. 



A bee immediately ran across her face, and she 

 shrank back. She put it out again, and two bees, in 

 a desperate hurry, trod all over it, and she shrank 

 back again. 



And so for some time she kept on trying to 

 emerge and being driven back, till at last, becoming 

 accustomed to the manners of the hive, and taking 

 no notice of the pushes and shoves, she scrambled 

 out, and stood on the comb — a very promising 

 young bee. 



Then up ran a couple of bees, one of whom 

 straightened out her proboscis, or tongue, which was 

 lying folded back, and offered her honey; while 

 the other caressed her with her antennse, and stroked 

 her with her fore feet. 



" Much obliged to you, I'm sure," said Buz, suck- 

 ing away. 



"Stretch your wings and legs, and never mind 

 thanking us," answered one of the bees. 



"We all do our duty here," said the other, " with- 

 out wanting thanks. We attend to you because it's 

 our place to do it." 



"You didn't help me to scramble out of the cell," 

 remarked Buz ; " and what a scramble it was ! " 



