THE BEE’S STORY 
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“When I had gathered a small 
quantity I made it up into a little 
ball, flew back to the hive with it, 
and gave it to one of the others, 
who was waiting near the door. It 
did not require many trips by some 
of the other workers and myself to 
have Mr. Snail safely cemented up 
in his tomb, where he could make 
no more trouble for any one. That 
is the way we treat our unbidden 
guests.” 
“You may be sure,” said the wasp, 
“that we shall never visit you unless 
you send us a most pressing invita¬ 
tion.” 
“No, indeed,” said the ant, “even 
though you have so much of that 
sweet stuff that I love so well, I 
