s the man put the children down.

"Never go there again," he said.

"Why?" asked Bunny. "Why mustn't we go near the flies?"

"Because those are not flies, they are bees. They may sting you, and
hurt you very much. You must keep away from them!"

"But don't bees give you honey?" asked Sue.

"Yes, little lady, they do, but if you go near their hives they think
you are going to take their honey. They don't like that, so they sting
folks to drive them away."

"We didn't know they was bee hives," said Sue, looking up to see if any
of the bees were still buzzing around her.

"We thought they were play-houses," said Bunny, "and I was going to take
the top off one, and look inside."

"It's a good thing you didn't," said the man. "Now remember--keep away
from the bees."

"But how does grandpa get the honey out without being stung?" Bunny
wanted to know.

"He blows smoke on them, from a smoking-machine," said the hired man.
"The smoke quiets the bees, and then they don't sting. Of course your
grandpa leaves the bees some honey for themselves. They have to have
some to eat when it is winter, and when there are no flowers."

"Do flowers make honey?" asked Sue.

"The bees suck honey from the flowers," the hired man told the children.
"Now run away, and don't ever again play in that part of the garden
where the bees are."

"We won't," promised Bunny and Sue.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Grandpa Brown when Bunny and Sue told him
what had happened. "I forgot to speak about the bees. You see I didn't
have any when you were here before, and now I should have told you to
keep away from them. I'm glad the hired man saw you in time, or you
might have been badly stung."

"Does it hurt to be stung?" Bunny wanted to know.

"Indeed it does!" his father told him. "It's worse than fifty mosquito
bites made into one. So keep away from the bees."

Bunny and Sue were sure they would. They told about having fed the
horse, and how the old ram pulled Bunny by the coat.

The next day Bunny and Sue started in to have all sorts of good times on
Grandpa Brown's farm. Early in the morning they got up and had
breakfast. Then, wearing their old clothes, so they could romp and roll
as they liked, they began the day.

First they went with Grandma Brown to feed the chickens. Mother Brown
also went with them. And how the hens and roosters flocked about
grandma when she scattered the feed!

"And now we'll gather the eggs," she said, as sh