io8 Buz. 



" I shall be choked," said a bee to Buz, as she 

 passed her ; " I know I shall." 



" I shouldn't mind what happened to me after- 

 ward," cried Buz, almost beside herself, " if I could 

 go at that man, and make him run." 



It became hotter and hotter. 



The bees began to get frightened, and hardly 

 knew what they did. 



Many of them went to the honey for consolation, 

 and ate as fast as they could. 



Even Buz, in spite of her fury, couldn't help feeling 

 anxious. 



The man outside now passed a thin, sharp knife 

 between the edge of the super and the top of the 

 hive on which it stood. He was obliged to do this, 

 because the bees, when they first took possession of 

 it, had cemented it down with a kind of resin. In 

 spite of all his care, some little honey escaped, and 

 one or two bees were injured. 



Now Buz, although she had determined to take no 

 honey, found it impossible to keep her resolution 

 when she saw it actually running at her feet, and, in 

 a feverish excited way, she began to suck it up. 

 This made her feel a little less spiteful, but she still 

 kept her eyes on the enemy outside. 



The latter, having by this time loosened the super, 



