92 THE BEE-MASTER OF WARRILOW 
years,’ said the bee-master, plodding on again, 
‘* you may get ears as long as mine. Just reckon it 
out. The wind has changed; that curlew knows the 
warm weather is coming; but the bees, huddled to- 
gether in the midst of a double-walled hive, found 
it out long ago. Now, there are between three 
and four hundred hives here. At a very modest 
computation, there must be as many bees crowded 
together on these few acres of land as there are 
people in the whole of London and Brighton com- 
bined. And they are all awake, and talking, and 
telling each other that the cold spell is past. That 
is what I can hear now, and shall hear—down in 
the house yonder—all night long.” 
