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self. Dead ! where he had so lately mocked at Buz 

 in her misery ! 



Just at this moment, the good wife, attracted by 

 the sound of the struggle, during which Buz had 

 made a sharp whirring with her wings, approached 

 the window and called out to her husband, " Well, 

 to be sure ! if there isn't a poor little bee in a spi- 

 der's web! Come and look, John." 



" So there be," said John, as he came up. 



"And only see, John, she've a killed the spider, I 

 do declare ! " 



" Well done ! " said John ; " so she have, I see." 



" Poor little creetur! " said the old woman, as she 

 released Buz with a feather, and put her on the win- 

 dow-sill. 



For some time they watched Buz, who at first was 

 too much exhausted to free herself from the web 

 which still clung to her; but, gradually recovering 

 her strength, and receiving occasional help from the 

 feather, she was able to do so at last. 



"There!" said the old man; "let her bide till 

 to-morrow morning. The room is nice and warm, 

 and 'tis too late to turn her out to-night." 



So they left her there, and drew the curtains, and 

 put the kettle on, and had tea, and in due time went 

 to bed. 



