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FOLLOWING THE BEE LINE 
scoop and poured them into a hive, hoping the 
queen was among them. Then moved the hive 
forward on a small table directly under the cluster, 
supposing the bees left above would slowly join their 
brood below. 
It wasn’t absolutely satisfactory but it was getting 
late and I suddenly felt very sick and faint from 
the effects of the stings and the heat of the little 
room right under the roof. So I stepped out in the 
hallway and looked about. The place seemed de¬ 
serted, although I could hear talking and laughing 
below. 
Pushing my bee veil back off my face, I staggered 
to an open doorway which proved to be the entrance 
to a delightfully cool, dark bathroom. ... It 
seemed like Paradise! I stretched myself out full 
length on the linoleum and relaxed completely. 
. . . A glass of water would have made me even 
happier. . . . After a few minutes, quick steps 
sounded on the stair and a young girl burst in. 
She rushed to the washstand in a tearing hurry for 
a drink of water, and looked neither to right nor 
left—or she would have almost stepped on me. 
“Would you mind handing me a glass, too?” I 
asked feebly, utterly unconscious of my position or 
appearance. 
