50 Buz. 



sweet, were waiting for her, and would be glad when 

 they saw her coming. This was delightful in- 

 deed. 



Then again, Buz always looked forward to inter- 

 esting conversations with the flowers she visited, and 

 the insects and creatures she met ; and she had a sort 

 of idea that the further she strayed from the hive, 

 the more curious would be her adventures, and the 

 more charming the stories she was told. But this 

 did not follow at all; and many of the prettiest tales 

 she heard, were repeated to her by flowers which 

 grew in the old garden near the hive, though it was 

 some time before she would admit this, even to her- 

 self. 



On her way to the entrance on this particular 

 morning, she perceived that a most unusual bustle 

 was going on all through the hive ; and, directly the 

 first bee touched her, she felt quite excited and dis- 

 inclined to work, though she didn't exactly under- 

 stand why. At this moment she saw a drone — 

 " What's up now? " she cried, running to him in a 

 great hurry. 



" Don't fuss," said the drone snappishly. 



"Well, I only want to know what all this stir and 

 confusion means?" 



" I'll tell you fast enough if you won't fuss. I 



