BUDDY LEARNS A LESSON 
“Are you ready, little treasure hunters?” called Uncle 
Jack, as he closed the door of his automobile upon them. 
“Yes,” cried the children together, as they started. 
They rode for some miles until they came to the woods. 
Then they parked the car under a tree, and all started 
walking. Buddy ran ahead. 
“I've found the first treasure,” shouted Buddy. 
The other children began to run toward him. They 
saw him pick up a long stick. He commenced to poke at 
something up in a tree. 
“You had better be careful how you poke things,” 
called Uncle Jack; but Buddy did not hear him. Then 
they saw him drop the stick. He jumped back and began 
to run. He was slapping his head and face. 
“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ouch!” he cried as he ran this way 
and that, waving his arms. 
“Run for the brush! Run for the brush!” called Uncle 
Jack. Into the brush he went like a rabbit. They could 
hear his shirt tear as it caught on a thorn. But he did 
not stop. 
“What—what is the matter with him?” asked Bess. 
She was so frightened that she could hardly talk. 
“Wasps are after him,” said Uncle Jack. “He punched 
a wasps' nest.” 
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