46 The Bee People. 
Just what ambrosia was, I am not able to 
say, but I suppose it was like the best bread 
that ever was made on earth, only a great 
deal better; and like the most delicious 
cake that ever was concocted for Christmas 
time, only a great deal more delicious; 
and like all the bonbons and good things 
rolled into one, only a great deal sweeter 
and finer than anything we can possibly 
imagine. 
Miss Apis, too, takes ambrosia with her 
nectar, though hers is not at all like that 
of the gods and goddesses. She gets it 
from the flowers, and is very fond of it, 
though we do not agree with her con- 
cerning the excellence of her feast. But 
then we might not like the ambrosia the 
gods were so fond of. Tastes differ. Her 
ambrosia just suits Miss Apis. In fact, 
she finds it so much to her mind that she 
seldom eats anything else. She drinks 
nectar and eats ambrosia. Her nectar is 
the sweet juice of the flowers, and her 
