26 Buz. 



place for me ! Poor dear old Hum! I hope she's 

 enjoying herself as much as I am I don't mean to 

 be idle either, so here goes for some honey." 



But the first thing to do was to pick out a flower 

 to settle on. 



It seemed easy enough, for there were hundreds 

 of thousands to choose from. That was just it ; 

 who was to choose any particular flower out of such 

 a lot ! A dozen times Buz was on the point of 

 alighting on one, and a dozen times she was attracted 

 by another close by, which seemed a little fresher, 

 or a little richer, or a little larger. This wouldn't 

 do at all ; she felt she was wasting time, and had 

 just made up her mind to let herself fall anyhow 

 into the clover and begin on the first bit she touched, 

 when she caught sight of a splendid flower close to 

 her. There was no mistake about it this time ; it 

 was a king clover, she thought, so tall and fine, and 

 promising such a supply of honey that she settled 

 on it at once in triumph. 



And she eagerly unpacked her proboscis and 

 explored, one after another, the cups of the many 

 flowers clustered together in the head. 



But how dreadfully disappointing ! Not a drop 

 of honey, not the least little drop, could she find in 

 the whole flower ! 



