CHAPTER V. 



BUILDING COMB. AN ACCIDENT. STORING HONEY. 

 A SURPRISE. 



OW long shall we be squeezed 

 together like this ? " demanded 

 Buz of a bee who was clinging 

 to her. 



" For days," answered the 

 bee shortly. 



" Come, I say," said Buz, 

 "you don't mean that, do 

 you ? " 



" If you don't believe me, 

 ask some one else." 

 ' Oh, I believe you, but how slow ! " 

 ' I dare say," remarked another bee, " that you 



