1 1 6 Buz. 



quickly away, and the bees could hardly find enough 

 honey for their own eating, during the short excur- 

 sions they were able to make. 



But there were still occasions when the clouds 

 were content to linger along the horizon, and let the 

 sun take a peep at the world ; and although his rays 

 were comparatively weak and watery, they were 

 sometimes pleasant enough to tempt the bees out 

 of their hive. 



Buz seldom neglected such opportunities, and 

 was fond of exploring places which she hardly had 

 time to notice during the busy season of the honey 

 harvest. 



There was a pretty old cottage, with a thatched 

 roof, standing a little way back from the lane lead- 

 ing from the manor house to the village. 



It stood by itself, some way from any other habi- 

 tation, and in front of it there was a little garden, 

 beautifully kept. 



Buz had often visited it during the summer, and 

 had always fancied that its flowers were particularly 

 sweet and full of honey. No wonder if they were, 

 for the poor old man who lived in the cottage was 

 very fond of them. 



He kept them free from weeds, and watered them 

 daily, in hot weather, with the sparkling water of a 



