CHAPTER IV. 



SWARMING. 



= NE morning early, Buz was on 

 the point of starting for the 

 top of Cothelestone Hill. She 

 had been there several times 

 already ; indeed it was a favor- 

 ite place of hers. She so 

 thoroughly enjoyed the long 

 flight to it through the air : it 

 was so glorious to mount high 

 up above the fields, and to see 

 the dewdrops sparkling like diamonds in the morning 

 sun — to listen to the lark as he took his first upward 

 flight, and poured out his song for joy that another 

 day had come — to inhale the fragrance of dawn, 

 knowing that all the flowers which made it so 



