FAMILY NAMES 
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and thousands of bees there. One 
day, when the humans were prowl¬ 
ing around after the honey that we 
store up for our winter use— 
“But why do you let them have 
it? ” interrupted the wasp angrily. 
“Why don’t you have a little grit, 
and sting them?” 
“We cannot help ourselves,” said 
the bee sadly. “They build our 
hives in such a way that they may 
take out the boxes with the honey 
in them when we do not even know 
it. But as they always leave us 
enough to live on, we let them alone. 
Well, as I was saying, one day when 
they were poking about in this way, 
I heard one of them say that the 
place was called an apiary, because 
