98 Buz. 



the drone with whom Buz was occupied got such a 

 firm hold, that he resisted for a long time all efforts 

 to dislodge him. 



"If nothing else will do," panted the bee who was 

 helping Buz, " I'll just slip my sting into him : that 

 will soon settle the fellow." 



" Oh, give the poor wretch a chance," said Buz. 

 " It seems a shame to sting him, as he has no sting 

 himself." 



" All right then," returned her friend ; " but we 

 shall be a long time clearing the hive at this rate." 



" Now," cried Buz, " all together ! " and, making a 

 grand effort, they dislodged the drone, and got him 

 onto the floor of the hive. Thence, by dint of pull- 

 ing and pushing, and tumbling over and dragging 

 him, they at last reached the footboard outside. 



" Now," said they, " clear off ! " 



" Where ? " said the drone. " Oh, dear me ! 

 Where?" 



" Anywhere you like," was the reply. " You want 

 honey, don't you ? There's the whole world before 

 you, and plenty of flowers in it ; so be off." 



"But at night," cried the drone, "when it gets 

 dark and cold, what shall I do then? " 



" Whatever you like," answered the bees. " We 

 don't seem to care very much." 



