THE BEE. 
I WENT down to the wood an hour or two ago, just 
at noon, and sat for a long time on the bank by the 
old ash tree. The root of the ash juts out of the 
bank, and the turf is very soft and firm, so that it 
is a very nice seat : a wild rose and some ivy hang 
over it, and from it you see a very fine view. I had 
not sat down for more than half an hour when I 
saw a Wild Bee fly into a hole in the bank at my 
side : by and bye he came out, and flew away, but 
he very soon came back once more ; and he flew to 
and fro in this way all the time I was on the seat. 
This Wild Bee had a nest in the bank, and was 
