1 1 2 Buz. 



she added, "he thinks we like it better than 

 honey." 



" Or, perhaps," answered Buz, with superior 

 wisdom — it was a very young bee to whom she 

 spoke — " he likes our honey better than the stuff he 

 brings. Why, whatever is the matter with you?" 

 she continued quickly, addressing a bee who had 

 stopped, in passing, to rub her forelegs over her 

 head, and to lick and clean herself. " You are all 

 sticky and shiny, and there is such an odd smell 

 about you." 



" I hardly know myself," was the reply ; " but 

 something has happened up above, at the hole by 

 which we used to get into the top part of the hive." 



" Something is always happening up there ! " 

 cried Buz, pettishly. 



" Now, keep your sting in ! " returned the other. 

 "As far as I can make out, there is no need to 

 grumble ; though I got more than I want of what- 

 ever it is, I can't say it's bad." She began to lick 

 her forefeet again. 



" I suppose," remarked Buz, " you wish me to 

 understand something; can't you explain?" 



" I know very little about it, I tell you," answered 

 the other impatiently. " I was standing close to 

 where the hole used to be. when there was a sudden 



