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admiration.

But Fritz, the dog, was more surprised than either the horse or
the cow, for he had only been on the farm a short time, and these
were the first baby chickens he had ever seen. He thought it
must be that Speckle had found a whole troop of canary birds
like the pretty creature which lived in the cage and which
Phoebe loved so much. So off he ran ahead of Speckle, barking
loudly. The chickens were greatly frightened at this noisy
monster, and ran to their mother — in front of her, behind her,
and under her, in their panic; but she clucked soothingly and
presently succeeded in quieting them. So when Phcjebe opened
the door to see what Fritz was barking at. Speckle and her
brood were walking quite properly across the dooryard, and
Fritz stood wagging his tail and looking up into Phcebe's face,
as if to say: " There! Are you not glad I called you? "

Phoebe shouted with surprise and delight. She was soon close
to Speckle and was so quiet and gentle that Speckle could not
be afraid of her very long, and even the chickens forgot to be
afraid when Phoebe brought a nice pan of meal for them.

While they were eating this, the farmer came up carrying a
new coop. He set it down under a cherry tree.

"0 father! is that for Speckle?" asked Phoebe.



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"' Yes, it is for Speckle," stiid the farmer. '' She avouUI trot
those chickens all over the farm if I did not ])ut her ir.N> a coop."

So, before Speckle knew what was going on, she four. 1 herself
looking out between the slats of the coop. She called anxiously
to her chickens, and though they ran about wildly for a little,
they soon found their way into the coop and under her wings.
They rested there a few minutes, but dear! dear! there was so
much to see outside and they were such lively little creatures
that before long they were out again. Speckle watched them
and talked to them all the time, stretching her head away out
between the slats of the coop and calling the little ones back if
they were running away.

Suddenly a l^ird passed by, flying low, and Speckle looked up
in alarm lest it might be something to hurt her chickens. Again
the bird passed, and this time Speckle saw that it was her friend
the barn swallow, the one who had spoken to her when she was
sitting on her eggs.

"Look, look! Look, look!" called Speckle in great joy,
delighted that the swallow should see her treasures; and the
swallow twittered as joyously in return, for she, too, had glad
news to tell.

"Happy, hajjpy, happy!" she chirped. " L(?ng I sat on my
nestful of eggs; now it is a nestful of birds."

And- away she darted to the barn, whither she had been fly-
ing, — as full of rejoicing over the baby swallows awaiting her
return as Speckle was over her yellow darlings.

Emilie Poulsson".



THE BEE, I,



To TiiK Teacheu: —

"Live bees in kindergarten!'" Yes; all the difficulties — and they are
many — can be, liave been, surmounted, and bees have been kinderjjarten
guests for a day or more. Some lived on a large branch of blossoms in
a box covered Avith glass on one side and netting on the other, and some
in a glass jar with netting over the top and with only a flower or two, or
perhaps a wet lump of sugar for solace.



THE TALK,

When we talked of the farmer we spoke of many creatures
who live on the farm — some with four feet (children name
them), some with two feet. Now we will look at some tiny little
creatures, smaller than the cows, smaller than the sheep, smaller
than the hen, smaller than the chickens, smaller than the birds,
smaller than th(? butterflies, although, like the birds and butter-
flies, they can fly. Can you think of any living things so small?
(Lead the children to name all the insects they can, and then
produce the bees.)

Bees are so small that we shall need to use our eyes well to
find out much about them. Let us listen now to what each
child tells us. (Question individual children.)

How does the bee move? What can the bee do? What kind
of a noise does the bee make? How many legs has it? IIow
many wings? How many feelers? What is its body covered
with? Very many soft, fine hairs so that it is like plush or velvet.
What colors does the bee wear? Do you see that the bee's body
shows three distinct parts? (head, thorax, abdomen — the fact
not the names for the children). How many parts were there
to the butterfly's body ?

Now some one with very sharp eyes may tell where the wings
and legs grow. Sharp eyes can find out many things. Where



IN THE child's WORLD. 345

did the butterfly's wings and legs grow? The wings and legs of
insects always grow from the middle part of the body.

Has the insect a backbone? No; its body is made in a differ-
ent way. Who will be " Sharp Eyes " this time and look care-
fully at the back part of the bee's body? AVhat did you see at
the back part of the butterfly's body? These rings remind us of
the caterpillar from which the butterfly grew. The bee has just
as wonderful a story as the butterfly; for just as the butterfly
grows from a caterpillar, so a bee grows from a little white thing
like a caterpillar which does not look at all like a bee, and which
has no wings, no feelers and not even any legs. It does not
need legs, for it stays in one place, never crawling about for food
as the caterpillar does, for some of the older bees feed all these
white babies as long as they will eat. Then they cover them
over with wax and leave them to change into perfect bees.

Do you remember how wet and crumpled the butterfly was
when it first came out of its chrysalis? And how it had to
straighten and dry its wings before it could fly? Even this the
bee does not do for itself, for some of the older bees stroke and
pet and feed it until it is strong enough to fly and to work.



TEACHER'S READING.

The Fairy Land of Science (Chaps. IX, X), - Arabella Buckley

The Origin of Species (Vol. I), . - . - Darwin

Ants, Bees and Wasps, .... - Lubbock
An Idyll of tlie Honey Bee ("Pepacton and Other

Sketches"), ... - - John Burroughs

Pastoral Bees ("Locusts and Wild Honey"), - John Burroughs

Telling the Bees, .. - .- Whittier

Paradise Lost (Book VII), ... - - Milton

To the Humble Bee, - - - - - - . Emerson

FOR THE CHILDREN.

A Little Dark Nursery Underground ) ("Little Folks in Feathers
Nurseries for Baby Insects i and Fur"),

Olive Thome Miller
"It is the May-time," said the Bee ("Monroe's Third Reader").



34G IN THE child's ^V01iLD.



STORIES.



THE RHYME OF THE LITTLE IDLE BOY,

{From the Frencli.)

And have yoii heard about the boy —

(A very little boy indeed) —
Who did not wish to work at all,

Or go to school or learn to read'.'

Oh I slowly, slowly did he walk,
And heavy seemed his little book,

As through the daisy fields he went
And i^ast the merry, clattering brook.

Above his head there flew a bee.

" O Bee,'" the boy said, " won't you stay
And show me how you tiy so high,

And talk with me, and laugh and playy"

TIr'u, scarcely pausing, said the Bee:
" Dear child, no time have I to waste.

The North Wind long has kept me back,
And now to work I gladly haste.

"Ah-eady I am.laden, see!

With houej'^ for tiie honeycomb;
The lilac cups more nectar hold, —
'Twixt hive and tiower I ever roam."

Away then flew the downy bee.
That joyous day of early spring.

A swallow pa.ssed the little boy,
And brushed his cheek with waving wing.

She floated in the sunny air
And called aloud in happy song:
"Re.ioice! Rejoice! The spring is near!"
So rang her message, clear and strong.

The child looked up with brightening face:

" O Swallow ! I remember you !
You are the bird who carries joy;
O Swallow, make me happy, too.

" Do come and play with me awhile I*'

" Fain would J," said the swallow then,
" For I have flown so fast and far; —
But farther must 1 fly again,



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" Fur many wait with eager heart
To heir tlie niessajie that I brinjr;
And I must hear it faithfully

And herald now the dawn of spring.

" My happy news I sing abroad.

Then — oh, what joyous work to do! —
My i>retty nest, my home, to build;
Indeed, I cannot play with you."

The s\vift-winged sw.allow tlew afar.

The child lagged on with footsteps slow

And — yes ! I have to own — he cried,
lUit then he was so small, you know.

A dog who heard the ste])S approach
Came stalking from his kennel door;

But ])itying the crying child,
All growls and barkings he forebore.

"Good doggie," said the lonely child,
" I am so very sad to-day;
The bees and birds all have to work —
They will not come with me to play.

" I do not'like to work at all,

I do not care to learn to read;
O doggie dear! If I were you,
I then could always play indeed !"

Old Stentor looked upon the child

Whose dimpled lingers stroked his hair.
" What, little one? Uid you not kaow
That even dogs in work must share?

" Not only all the livelong day

I watch my master's home and farm.
But while he sleeps without a fear.
My work it is to guard from harm.

" And more, my little one; for see
Where yonder at the heavy plow
The faithful horse our master serves; —
From year to year he works as now.

" The wool produced by yonder sheep.
Your mother, singing, spins at home.
When all ai-e cheerily at work
Will you, a little idler, ro 'm?



348 IK THE child's world.

" The busy bee gives honey sweet,
The swallow carries joy alway;
By some one's work all pleasure comes;
Will you do nothing, then, but play?

" Oh no! Go, little one, to school;
We dogs can never learn to read,
But you will be a man some day !
To be a man is grand indeed ! ''

The child had listened eagerly

To wise old Stentor as he spoke ;
The words, " You '11 be a man some day!"

A brave and manly spirit woke.

He clasped old Stentor' s shaggy neck

And kissed the honest doggie's face;
And, with the book held i^roudly now.

Ran off to school at happy pace.

All eagerness some work to do.

Light-hearted o'er the road he sped;
And reached the school. * * * When autumn came

You cannot think how well he read !

Emilie Poulsson.



EDITH AND THE BEES.

One beautiful morning last June, a sweet little girl thought
she would go out in the garden and pick some tiowers for one of
her playmates, who was sick and obliged to stay shut up in the
house this fragrant summer morning. ''Tommy shall have the
most beautiful flowers in the garden," thought Edith, as she
took her little basket and pruning scissors, and ran out into the
garden. She looked like a lovely fairy or a sunbeam, flitting
about the rosebushes. I think she was the most exquisite rose
in all the garden herself. Her heart was full of thoughts of
Tommy, while she worked away busily. " I wish I knew some-
thing that would please Tommy more than anything else!" she
said to herself. " I would love to make him happy!" and she
Bat down on the edge of a beautiful fountain to think.

AVhile she sat there thinking, two dear little birds began to
take their bath in the lovely, sparkling water that rippled and
danced in the sunshine. They would plunge into the water and




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come out dripping, perch on the side of the fountain for a
moment, and plunge in again. Then they would shake the
bright drops from their feathers, and fly away singing sweeter
than ever. Edith thought the little birds enjoyed their bath as
much as her baby brother did his.

When they had flown away to a distant tree, Edith noticed a
beautiful pink rosebud, more beautiful than any she had yet
seen. "Oh, how lovely you are! " she cried; and, running to
the bush where it was, she bent down the branch, that she
might examine it more closely, when out of the heart of the
rose came a small insect, and stung lier pretty cheek. The
little girl began to weep loudly, and ran to her father, who was
working in another j)art of the yard. " Why, my little girll"
said he, "a bee has stung you." He drew out the sting, and
bathed her swollen cheek in cool water, at the same time telling
her many interesting things about the wonderful little bees.

*' Do not cry any more, my child," said her father, " and I
will take you to see a kind gentleman who keeps many hives
of bees."

"Oh, thank you I" cried Edith, brushing away the tears.
"I will run and .get ready now."

The beemaster, as everybody called the old man who kept
the bees, was very glad to show his little pets, and to tell Edith
all he knew about them. lie led her to a hive, made wholly of
glass, so that she might watch the bees at their work.

'-' There are three kinds of bees in every hive," said the gentle-
man. " That large bee in the middle is the queen bee. She is
the most important bee in the hive. She has a sting, but seldom
makes use of it. Those busy little bees are the worker bees. It
was probably a worker that stung you this morning, my little
girl," said the beemaster.

Edith thought she did not like the worker bee as well as the
others; but when she heard what industrious little workers they
are, and how they take all the care of the young bees, build the
cells of wax, and bring in the honey, she felt much more affec-
tion for them.

'' What do the bees do in winter, when there are no flowers
from which to gather honey?"' in(|uired Edith.



IN THE CHILl/s WOULD. 351

"They sleep during the long, cold winter days, and awaken
when tlie warm spring returns," replied her kind instructor.

"Now," said Edith's father, "we had better go, or you will
not get to see Tommy to-day."

Then the little girl thanked her new friend for telling her so
much about his interesting pets, and promised to come and see
him as often as she could.

"0 father!"'" cried Edith, as they walked homeward, "lam
almost glad that the naughty little bee stung me this morning,
for now I shall have something amusing to tell Tommy."

Helen Keller.



NoTK. Tliit- story was more complete in its details of bee life, but a few parajrraplis
have bi^en omitted as being unnecessary repetition of what has already been gi\en in
the talk. k. p.



THE BEE, 11.



To The Teacher:—

Many objects besides the bee itself will be useful for illustratins this
talk,— flowers which show the pollen, a lump of wax, a wax candle, a
wax doll, and, best of all, a little feast of honey— honey in the com)), by
all means.



THE TALK.



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Where do bees live? In beehives. Yes,
and there are wild bees which live in the
woods, in hollow trees; but when farmers
and other people keep bees they provide
beehives — large wooden boxes — for tlieni
to live in. (Show picture of beehive, or
have a drawing on the
blackboard.) A great
many bees live together
in one hive ; as many
bees, in fact, as there
are people in a whole
city,— from 20,000 to 60,000. One bee in each hive is different
from the others and is called the queen bee. She lays all the
eggs, and you should see how carefully the other bees watch and
tend her! The queen cannot even feed herself, but would starve
to death with honey right beside her if there were no bees to feed_
her! Some of the bees are called drones, and others Avorkers.
Wheh the queen flies out of the hive the drones go with her, and
when she is at home the working bees attend to her.

What kind of work do you think such little things as bees can
do? Yes, they can gather honey, but they can do many other
things. They take care of the queen and the thousands of





IN THE child's WOULD. 353

babies, and they make bee-bread to feed to them; they make
thousands of wax cells in which they store their honey; they keep
the hive clean, and, if it gets too warm inside, some of them
stand at the doorway and fan fresh air into the hive with their
wings! They drive away strange bees or wasps or snails or any
other creatures which try to get into their hive. Do you wonder
how they can tell which are the strange bees that do not belong
to their hive? Some of the wise men think it is by touching
each other's feelers. Whenever two bees meet they always touch
each other's feelers. Perhaps that is the same for them that
talking is for ns.

Do you know what they have to protect themselves with when
troubled? A sharp little thing called a sting. It hurts very
much to be stung, but a bee will not sting any one who does not
trouble or frighten it in some way.

Did you ever taste honey? Bees are such hard workers that
they make a great deal of honey, and so we often have some.
When we take honey from the hive, enough must be left for the
bees through the winter, or else we must give them syrup to live
upon until the spring flowers come. After the bee has eaten all
the honey it wishes from the flowers, it gathers more to take
home to the hive. The honey for the hive is carried in a little bag
which is inside the bee's body, and which the bee can empty into
one of the wax cells. It takes a great many journeys from hive to
flower and from flower to hive before a bee can fill even one cell.

How does the bee get honey (or rather the nectar which it
makes into honey) from the flowers? With its long tongue,
which is something like the butterfly's tongue. Bees get some-
thing else from the flowers besides honey — the yellow powder
called pollen. You have seen it on pussy willows and lilies. In
the spring bees are very anxious to get the fresh pollen. Going
into a flower for honey, the bee gets covered Avith the yellow
powder, but soon brushes it off with its feet and packs it away
in little baskets to carry it home. You would not have thought
that the bee always carried two baskets, would you? But there
they are on its hind legs, and you can see them very plainly when
they are full of the yellow pollen. Sometimes the bees fill their
baskets so full that they can scarcely fly with their heavy load.



354 IN THE child's world.



In the hive the pollen is mixed with honey, forming what is
called "bee-bread," and fed to the baby bees.

You remember that the bee had a tiny bag in which to carry
honey, as well as two baskets for carrying i)ollen. Besides the
bags for honey and baskets for pollen, the bee has eight pockets
on the under side of its body, out of which it gets the wax for
building its cells. Just thinki A bag for honey, baskets for
pollen, and pockets for Avax.

The cells which the bee builds are pure white and of very
pretty shape — six-sided. The bees never make a mistake. They
do not make some cells square and some round and some with
five sides; but always have their cells six-sided. All the cells
which are built together make a honeycomb. What tools do
the bees have? Only their jaws (mandibles) and feet. For what
are the cells used? For storing honey and for the babies to live
in. "When a cell is full of honey the bee covers it over with
Avax. When we have honey to eat, it is sometimes in the comb
and sometimes strained; that is, all the wax is taken out of it.

Do we use wax for anything-? Ask your mamma if she has a
]>ieee in her workbasket, and Avhat she does Avith it. Do you
not remember that the cobbler uses it, too? Candles are made of
wax sometimes — little ones for Christmas trees and big candles,
too. And have any of these little girls Avax dolls? Their
pretty Avax heads Avere also made of the bees' wax.

Try to remember the busy little bees the next time you play
with your Avax dolls, and Avhenever you eat honey.











Homes foii the Bees.



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^56- IN THE child's world.



TEACHER'S READING.

Half-hours with Insects, . . . - - Packard

Nouvelles Observations sur les Abeilles, . - - Huher

Treatise on the Honey Bee, - - - Langstroth

Khoecus, - - ..- Lowell
The Bee, .. - .. Emily Dickinson

The Bee, ..... - Vaughn

FOR THE CHILDREN.

Buz, - - - - - - - Maurice Noel

The Bees' Pockets ("Kindergarten Stories and Morning

Talks"), - - - - S.E.Wiltse



STORIES.

A NARROW ESCAPE.

The time came when Buz and Hum, two young bees, were
allowed to try their wings.

" Follow me," said a friendly older bee; *'I can spare time to
fly a little way; and when I stop, you stop, too."

"All right," cried Buz, trembling with excitement.

Hum said nothing, but her wings began to move, almost in
spite of herself.

Away went the bee, as straight as a line from the mouth of the
hive, and away flew Buz and Hum after her; but at first starting
they both found it a little difficult to keep quite straight, and
Buz knocked against the board to begin with, and nearly stopped
herself, as she had not learned how to rise.

The older bee did not go far, and lit on the branch of a peach
tree which was growing against a wall hard by. Buz came after
her in a great hurry, but missed the branch and gave herself a
bang against the wall. Hum saw this, and managed to stop her-
self in time; but she did not Judge her distance very well either,
;;nd got on the peach tree in a scrambling sort of way.

•• Very good," said their friend, as they all three stood together;



IN THE child's WORLD. 357

^'you will soon be able to take care of yourselves now; but just
let me see you back to the hive."

So off they flew again, and alighted on the board in a very
creditable manner.

"'Now," said the bee, "I shall leave you; but before I go let
me advise you, as a friend, not to quit the garden to-day; there
are plenty of flowers, and plenty of opportunities for you to meet
with ' Experience,' without flying over any of the four walls."

" Who is Experience? " asked Buz and Hum together.

" OhI somebody to whom you are going to be introduced, who
will teach you more in a day than you could learn from me in a
week. Good-bye." So saying, she disappeared into the hive.

" Is n't it too delightful? '' exclaimed Buz to Hum. '• Flying!
why it's even more fun than I thought!"

" It is," said Hum; " but I should like to get some honey at
once."

" Of course," replied Buz, " only I should like to fly a good
way to get it."

" I want to fill a cell quickly," said Hum.

*' Oh yes, to be sure! What a delightful thing it will be to put
one's proboscis down into every flower and see what's there! Do
you knoAV," added Buz, putting oat her proboscis, "I feel as if
I could suck honey tremendously; don't you?"

*'Yes, yes," cried Hum, "I loiig to be at it; let's be off at
once."

So away they went and lit on a bed of flowers.

Hum spent the day between the hive and that bed, and was
quite, quite happy; but Buz, though she, too, liked collecting the
honey, wanted to have more excitement in getting it; and every
now and then, as she passed to and from the hive, a lovely field
of clover, not far off, sent forth such a delicious smell, as the
breeze swept over it, that she was strongly tempted to disregard
the advice she had been given, and to hurry off to it.

At last she could stand it no longer; and, rising high into the
air, she sailed over the wall and went out into the world beyond.

And so she reached the field of clover, and, flying quite low
over the flowers, was astonished to see how many bees were busy
among them — bumblebees without end, and plenty of honey-



358 IN THE child's would.



bees, too; in fact, the air was filled with the pleasant murmur that
they made.

"To be sure," said Buz to herself, '•' this is the place for mel
Poor, dear old Hum! I hope she is enjoying herself as much as
1 am. I don't mean to be idle either, so here goes for some
honey."

Buz was very diligent indeed and soon collected as much honey
as she could carry. But by the time she had done this she found
herself close to the farther end of the clover field, and Avhile
resting for a moment, before starting to carry her load to the
hive, she noticed a little pond in the corner. Feeling thirsty
after her hard work, she flew off to take a few sips; but just
as she reached the pond and was in the act of descending, a
light gust of wind caught her and turned her half over, and
before she could recover herself she was plunged far out into
the water!

Poor Buz! She was a brave little bee, but this was a terrible
accident; and after a few wild struggles she almost gave herself
up. The water was so cold, and she felt herself so helpless in it;
and then the accident had happened so suddenly, and taken her
so utterly by surprise, that it is no wonder she lost courage. Only
for a moment though; just as she was giving up in despair the
hard and seemingly useless work of paddling and struggling with
all her poor little legs at once, she saw that a bit of stick was
floating near her, and with renewed energy she attempted to get
to it. Alas! it was all she could do to keep her head above water;



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