74 Buz. 



" Ah ! " said Buz to herself, " I know what that 

 is. That's a royal cell : I remember seeing some in 

 the old hive." 



She stood and watched, and presently observed 

 to one of the workers, " What a lot of wax you are 

 using, to be sure ! " 



" I should think so, indeed," was the reply. " I 

 don't suppose you'd wish us to be careful of our 

 wax when we're making a royal cell — that would be 

 mean ! " 



" Oh, no ! " cried Buz, " of course I shouldn't ; 

 only it seems funny, don't you know. Ever since I 

 swarmed I have heard nothing but, ' Economize 

 your space; economize your material ' ; and now, here 

 you are, seeing how much wax you can get rid of 

 at once ! I like it myself, mind, only I can't help 

 observing that there is enough wax there to make 

 fifty ordinary cells." 



" If I didn't think that there was," returned the 

 other, " I should feel quite ashamed to be on the 

 job. Bees don't economize where royalty is con- 

 cerned." 



She said this very stififly, and walked away. Buz 

 rubbed her head and antennae with her fore legs, 

 and felt rather snubbed. 



Just at this moment there was a sudden movement 



