94 Biiz. 



"Just so," assented Buz; "when the time 

 comes." 



With this understanding they parted, and Buz 

 began work again in earnest, stowing the honey she 

 collected in the glass super. All the other bees 

 did the same, and were as busy as ever they had 

 been before the swarm went off. 



Every day, however, honey became more and 

 more difficult to get, and the combs filled slowly. 



This, again, was bad for the drones ; for the 

 scarcer honey was, the more valuable did the 

 stores already collected appear to the bees, who at 

 last could scarcely bear to see a drone go near a 

 honey-cell. 



The latter, however, appeared not to observe how 

 unpopular they were becoming, and went about the 

 hive as usual. 



But the time expected came at last ! One day, 

 as Buz, who had just returned to the hive with 

 some honey, was storing it away in the super, she 

 overheard a dispute between a drone and a working 

 bee. 



" No, you shall not," cried the latter, " not while 

 I am here." 



" Get out of the way, can't you," answered the 

 drone. 



