"
"That's why they say, 'busy as a bee,'" said Joyce. "It means 'busy all
the time.' I didn't know there was so much to learn about bees."
"I have been thinking about another kind of bee," said Grandma.
"Do they sting, like the bees in the orchard?" asked Joyce with a little
shiver.
"Their stings are much sharper," answered Grandma, "and the pain lasts
much longer. There is a hive full of these bees, and they are always
very busy. But it is bedtime now. Wait till tomorrow night, and perhaps
I shall tell you about one of them."
Ten minutes later Don fell asleep, wondering what the strange sort of
bee was like, and hoping it would never sting him as the cross bee had
stung Joyce.
Bee Obedient
"I have something to show you," said Grandma after breakfast the next
morning. "Come with me."
"Oh, a little calf!" exclaimed Don a moment later.
"Isn't he cute?" cried Joyce. "See how wobbly his legs are. What's his
name, Grandma?"
"Grandpa says he's not going to bother naming him, when he has two bright
grandchildren here on the farm," answered Grandma, smiling.
"Does he mean that _we_ can name him?" asked Joyce.
"Yes," replied Grandma, "he means just that.
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