1 1 8 Buz. 



" Well ! " said Buz to herself ; " this is a nasty 

 jar ! I came in here — that I know for certain — and 

 as I came in, I suppose I can get out. I will get 

 out — I won't be sealed up like this ! " And in a 

 sudden fit of impatience, she buzzed so fiercely 

 against the window that she turned herself head 

 over heels once or twice, and came to the bottom 

 anyhow. 



There she remained for a moment, rubbing her 

 antennae, and considering matters. 



Then off she went again, right up to the top of 

 the window. 



"I'll explore every corner," she said. " I'll try 

 over and over again ! I will not be beaten ! 

 I'll " 



Here there was a most tremendous buzzing; for, 

 right up in one of the top corners, she was caught in 

 a large and dusty cobweb ! 



Never in her life had Buz been so angry and 

 indignant ! She lost all control over herself, and 

 buzzed, and bit, and struggled, and felt all round 

 for something to sting. 



There was nothing, however, but the soft, yield- 

 ing cobweb; and the more she struggled, the more 

 it stuck ! and the more she turned, the more it 

 twisted ! and the more she rolled, the more it 



