Coming Out. 



into ours," replied the fanner; "but she found out 

 where she was just in time. If we had caught her, 

 we should perhaps have stung her to death." 



"How did you know she was a strange bee?" 

 inquired Hum. 



" We can tell at once, by touching or smelling a 

 bee, whether she belongs to our hive or not ; I don't 

 pretend to explain exactly how it is, but we can." 



This quite satisfied the young bees, who now 

 became much interested in watching the workers 

 arriving from every direction and alighting on the 

 board. 



Some were laden with pollen, others had collected 

 nothing but honey, and all, the instant they arrived, 

 set off to run into the hive as fast as they could, 

 without waiting to look round or gossip. 



They certainly were very much in earnest ; any 

 one could see that at once. Some seemed very tired, 

 and nearly fell back off the board when they pitched 

 on the edge of it, and indeed could hardly crawl 

 along with their booty. 



" I know where that bee comes from," remarked 

 the fanner, as one with peculiar colored pollen on 

 her thighs passed in. " I know quite well." 



" Do you ?" said Buz. "How?" 



" By the look, and by the smell, and — in fact, I 



