Building Comb — An Accident. "ji 



" We shall manage to get over that difficulty," 

 said the bee confidently. 



"How?" asked Buz. 



"Ain't you supposed to be honey-gathering?" 



" Yes, I am." 



"Gather honey then, do! You'll be able to see 

 for yourself, each time you come in, how we get on 

 here. I can't waste time explaining." 



Away flew Buz, and got honey as near the hive as 

 she could, and worked particularly hard, so as to 

 come in often ; for she was very much interested in 

 what was going on. 



The fallen comb was leaning against an adjacent 

 one, the bottom being of course on the floor instead 

 of a little above it, thus impeding traffic. To obvi- 

 ate this, tunnels were soon driven through the comb 

 — beautiful arched tunnels, with waxen pillars to 

 support them — while little stays and buttresses of 

 wax were introduced wherever they were required, 

 to make all firm and safe again. 



" Capital ! " said Buz approvingly, as she ran 

 through one of the new tunnels. 



" No honey to be stored in this side of the comb," 

 remarked a bee shortly. 



" All right," said Buz. 



Now Buz had nearly said "Why," instead of "All 



