III. 



HER TONGUE. 



MEANTIME, while we have been gos- 

 siping about Miss Apis's eyes, she 

 has gone off. 



There she is, just landing in another 

 morning-glory blossom. She strikes the 

 nectar guide. as a^^shot strikes the bull's 

 /down she tumbles to 

 I bottom of the 



sweet clear nectar, for it is early in the 



morning, and Miss Apis is the first to arrive. 



She wants this nectar to carry home and 



make into honey', but how is she going to 

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