Coming Out. 1 1 



"What's happening? " asked Buz. 



" They've upset the watering-pot somewhere," 

 answered the fanner ; " we never can find out exactly 

 where they do it." 



" Then how do you know it's a watering-pot ? " 

 inquired Hum. 



"Sometimes," answered the bee, "when we are 

 gathering honey in a bed of mignonette or other 

 flowers, the gardener comes along with his watering- 

 pot and upsets it over us, and then it feels so exactly 

 like what's going on now, that we think it must be 

 the same sort of thing, you know." 



When the storm first began, a great many bees 

 arrived from different directions, and crowded into 

 the hive ; and as those within were prevented from 

 starting afresh, and were standing near the entrance, 

 impatiently waiting for the rain to stop, there was a 

 great bustle, and some difficulty in moving. Buz, 

 however, kept near her friend and the fanner, and 

 said to the latter : 



" No more bees are coming in now ; have they all 

 returned ? " 



"Oh dear, no," answered the fanner; "those who 

 were too far off to get back before the worst of the 

 storm have found shelter somewhere ; but," she 

 added, " they'll soon stop watering now." 



