BEE KEEPING AND THE SIMPLE LIFE 277 
The song and that pleasant ripple of laughter— 
they were in my ears still, and mingling with the 
labour-song of the wayside bees. Now, only a 
dozen miles or so, away over the hill-tops in the 
blue Sussex weald, I knew of just such another 
bee- -garden, where two brothers—not Londoners 
this time, but true-born Downland lads—had well 
established themselves, were getting comfortably 
off, but were still single men. And only a week ago 
they had deplored this fact to me, and But 
avast! Match-making was never yet to be 
reckoned part of the Lore of the Honey-Bee. 
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