at comb belongs to us and we are going to have
it."

So the workers took the case to Judge Wasp that he might decide the
matter.

The workers and the drones settled down before him. "You workers and
drones," said he, "are so much alike in shape and color that it is hard
to tell which has been seen in the tree. But I think the matter can be
justly decided. Each party may go to a hive in which there is no honey,
and build up a new comb. The one that makes comb and honey like that
found in the tree is the owner of the tree comb."

"All right," said the workers, "we will do it;" but the drones said,
"We will have nothing to do with such a plan."

So Judge Wasp said, "It is plain to see which of you made the comb. It
belongs to the workers."

The drones buzzed away very angry, but they were not able to harm the
workers or the judge, and the workers went back to their tree.

THE WOODMAN AND HIS AX

One day a poor woodman lost his ax. He hunted all day, but he could not
find it. He was very sad, for how could he make a living for his family
without an ax? Besides he had no money with which to buy a new one. As
night came on, he sank down by the roadside and buried his face in his
hands.

He heard a noise in the bushes and raised his head. A stranger was
standing by him. "What is the matter?" asked the stranger. The woodman
told him of his trouble.

"I am sorry your ax is lost," said the stranger. "Would you know it if
you were to see it? I found an ax in the road. It may be yours. Is this
it?" he asked, holding out a gold ax.

"No," answered the woodman, "that is not my ax. All the money I ever
earned would not buy such an ax as that."

"I found another," said the man. "This must be the one," and he held
out a silver ax.

"No, that is not mine," replied the woodman. "I am too poor a man to
own such an ax as that."

"Well, here is another ax that I found. Is this yours?" The stranger
held out an old ax of steel.

"That is mine, oh, that is mine!" cried the woodman, springing up
joyously and taking his ax from the stranger. "Now we shall not starve.
Thank you, kind sir. Where did you find it?"

The stranger said, "All three of the axes are yours. I am glad to make
you a present of the gold ax and the silver ax. Let me have your hand.
I am happy to meet an honest man."

The woodman's neighbors heard of his good fortune. One of them lost his
ax. He appeared to feel very sad over his loss. He sat down