blebee was extremely sorry that it was so.

Now, Jimmy Rabbit had agreed to meet Buster at the hollyhock hedge
between the flower and the vegetable garden, on the morning following the
great gathering of Farmer Green's friends. At least, that was what Buster
Bumblebee thought.

Unfortunately, however, the matter had slipped entirely from Jimmy
Rabbit's mind. And although Buster went to the meeting-place each
morning, he failed to find his long-eared friend there.

Luckily it was a pleasant spot in which to wait. So each day Buster
breakfasted upon the flowers. And if it hadn't been for just one thing he
wouldn't have cared much whether Jimmy Rabbit ever came back to meet him
or not. But Buster did want to tell Jimmy Rabbit that he had been
mistaken about the raising bee. Jimmy Rabbit knew so much--he was always
explaining things to people with such a knowing air--that Buster
Bumblebee thought it would do Jimmy a world of good to understand that
for once he was wrong.

If Buster had only visited the garden earlier in the morning he would
have found Jimmy Rabbit easily enough. But Buster did not like to go
abroad much until the sun had had a chance to dry the dew, for it was
hard for him to fly when his wings were wet.

On the other hand, Jimmy Rabbit usually went to the garden at dawn,
because he had an idea that lettuce was crisper and tasted better while
the cool dew still clung to it. But at last there came a morning when
Jimmy was so late and Buster was so early in reaching the garden that
their breakfast hours came at the same time.

XXIII

MAKING GAME OF OLD DOG SPOT

"Where have you been keeping yourself?" Buster Bumblebee cried, the
moment he caught sight of Jimmy Rabbit's ears sticking up from behind a
head of Farmer Green's lettuce. "It's quite plain that you forgot to meet
me, so I might tell you about the raising bee."

At that Jimmy Rabbit promptly replied that he had come there each
morning.

"Anyhow," he said, "you promised to meet me. And since you haven't met me
until now it must be your fault, for you certainly haven't done as you
agreed."

Buster Bumblebee looked puzzled. He was sure that the fault had not been
his. But his wits were not so nimble as Jimmy Rabbit's. And he could
think of no answer at all.

"Well, what do you know about the raising bee?" Jimmy asked him with an
encouraging smile.

"You were mistaken about that," Buster told him eagerly. "There wasn't
any raisin