io6 Buz. 



dark and cold for that. I am going, dear — I am 

 going fast. You have been so often in my thoughts-; 

 you make me so happy now. Good-by, dear ! good- 

 by!" 



As she ceased, a shiver convulsed her for a 

 moment, her antennae quivered once more, and — her 

 busy, useful life was over. 



For some time Buz remained by her side ; she 

 could not bear to leave her friend ; but at last she 

 flew sorrowfully away. 



" It would do poor Hum no good," she thought, 

 " if I staid in that miserable place. What a sad 

 story it is ! and how cruel ! Not only hundreds of 

 bees, that have worked hard all their lives, are re- 

 warded by thus being killed, but hundreds of grubs 

 are prevented from ever doing the work they would 

 have done so well. If I meet the wild bee again, I 

 shall not have much to say. I begin to understand 

 that there may be advantages in a hollow tree, after 

 all." 



So saying, she went disconsolately home. 



But misfortunes never come singly, and Buz had 

 hardly settled herself in a corner of the super, when 

 she became aware, by a sudden commotion among the 

 bees near the aperture which led down to the hive 

 below, that something unusual was taking place. 



