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 



