30 The Bee People. 
But now she has licked the morning-glory 
dry and—but what bas she done with her 
tongue P 
It was almost as long as her body a 
moment ago, and now it is gone. 
Miss Apis, what have you done with 
your tongue? 
Where is your tongue, Miss Apis 2 
MISS APIS, MISS APIS! YOUR TONGUE, 
MISS APIS P 
But she only looks at us out of her 
twelve thousand six hundred large eyes and 
her three small eyes, and says not a word. 
Her tongue is all right, and she knows 
how to hold it. 
There, she is going to speak! Buzz— 
b-u-z-z-zz. No, that is her wing music; 
her tongue is still silent. Off she goes and 
leaves us in despair concerning it. Now 
she has deposited herself in another flower 
—and sure enough — yes —there is that 
l-o-n-g, b-r-o-w-n tongue wriggling around 
in the nectar cup. 
