VIL. 
HER WINGS. 
OLLENLESS and honeyless Miss Apis 
leaves home. She returns with her sac 
full of honey and her baskets full of pollen. 
That is, if she is fortunate she returns, for 
I regret to say that certain birds, who ought 
to be ashamed of themselves, being fond of 
honey, take it, bee and all. 
They do not stop her and say, “Your 
honey or your life!” but swallow her whole 
and talk about it afterwards; that is, if they 
talk about it at all. 
Down their throat she goes, honey-sac 
- and long brown tongue, twelve thousand 
six hundred and three eyes and curious legs, 
all at once. Not so much as an eye escapes, 
so far as I have ever heard. 
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