MISS VESPA’S DAY 
65 
“Well, really,” said the wasp, “what 
is the use of being one of those 
wise humans, if they know no better 
way to settle their troubles than by 
killing one another, just as we poor 
ignorant insects do! I am more 
than ever contented to be a wasp, 
now I have heard that.” 
“But, pray, continue your story, 
Miss Vespa,” urged the bee. “Bid 
you discontinue your visits to the 
butcher shop?” 
“Indeed, I did not, but after the 
butcher had rushed at me two or 
three times with a big cloth, and 
tried his best to strike me with it, I 
decided that his feelings toward me 
were not altogether friendly, and so 
I kept out of his way. It was easy 
