72 Buz. 



right " ; but checked herself in time, remembering 

 that she had often asked unnecessary questions, and 

 that she had resolved to try to find things out for 

 herself. In this case she soon saw the reason 

 why. 



The comb was leaning over a little, and of course 

 any honey put into a cell on the side toward which 

 it leaned, would run out again. 



" I'm glad I didn't ask," thought Buz ; " and now 

 that I'm about it, I'll just examine one of the other 

 combs." 



She did so, and found that the cells on each side 

 sloped upward, ever so little, but enough to prevent 

 thick stuff like honey from running out. 



"Let me see," said Buz to herself, as she turned 

 away, " how will they use the side that can't be 

 employed for honey?" 



Just at this moment there was a bustle close to 

 her, and she saw the queen making toward the 

 fallen comb. 



"Oh, I know,'' thought Buz : "the queen will lay 

 eggs in it ; it will do very well for a breeding comb, 

 of course." 



Buz was right. The queen, with ten or twelve 

 attendants round her, passed over the comb, exam- 

 ining each cell before she deposited an egg within 



