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UNDER THE PLANTAIN LEAF 
made that of the bee and the wasp 
sound like whispering, and down 
plumped a handsome bumble-bee. 
“Ah,” said the ant, running to 
and fro in her joy, “Here is one of 
our own order. Come, now, Mr. 
Bumble-Bee, tell us what shall be 
done with your first cousin, Miss 
Apis, who is giving us no end of 
annoyance by her stubbornness.” 
The story was then told again— 
not without some spiteful words 
from the quick-tempered wasp. At 
its conclusion the bumble-bee gave 
a loud buzz, and then said something 
that to the ant and the wasp seemed 
very wide of the mark: 
“I know where there is a fine 
field of buckwheat.” 
