THE BEE’S STORY 
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“Buckwheat, buckwheat!” said the 
bee in great excitement. “Where? 
where? Oh, do tell me where!” 
“So I will,” said the bumble-bee, 
“but not until you have told your 
story to our * friends here; for, re¬ 
member, a promise implied is just as 
binding as a promise actually made, 
and since you allowed them to 
think you meant to tell your story, 
you are, according to my notions 
of duty, bound to do this. So if 
you will meet me by the bed of 
four-o’clocks in about two flights to 
your apiary, I will take you to the 
field of buckwheat.” 
The bumble-bee with a loud 
buzzing flew off, and the bee said 
crossly: 
