pigs and fowls.

"Oh, do let us go too," cried all the children.

"I must hear what grandmamma says," said grandpapa. "It won't do for any
of you to get stung, you know."

Just then grandmamma came into the hall to see what all the commotion
was about.

The three children turned to her and said, "Do let us go to see the bees
put into their new hive."

"Where have they swarmed?" asked grandmamma.

"On to a plum-tree, ma'am, quite close to the hives," said the
gardener.--"I don't think the little ones will come to any harm if you
will let them go," he added, when he saw their eager looks.

"Well," said grandmamma, "there really is no danger, if you will all
keep perfectly still. It is easy to hive them from a branch, but needs
a great deal more care if they swarm upon the ground. If any bees should
settle on you, you must let them stay till they fly off of their own
accord. If you try to brush them off, they will be nearly sure to sting
you."

"I am almost afraid to let little Annie go, lest she should be
frightened."

"I will take care of Annie," said grandpapa.--"You won't be afraid in my