sight," said the trumpeter rudely. "You're just a lazy, good-for-nothing
drone. And for my part, I don't see why you're allowed to stay in our
house. If I had my way you'd be driven out into the world to shift for
yourself.... And I know others who say the same."

Upon hearing that disagreeable speech Buster Bumblebee jumped back
quickly. He was not angry--but merely disappointed, for he had expected
something quite different.

"You--er--you trumpet beautifully," he stammered, remembering that that
was another remark which Chirpy Cricket had suggested as being likely to
put the trumpeter into a pleasant frame of mind.

At that the rude creature laughed most scornfully.

"I'd like to know how you can say _that_," she sneered. "You're so lazy
and such a sleepy-head that you never hear me when I wake the household.
In fact, I don't believe you would ever wake up enough to crawl out of
bed if you didn't get hungry--and goodness knows you do love to eat."

"No such thing!" cried Buster Bumblebee.

And happening just at that moment to spy an unusually tempting clover-top
close beside him, he lighted upon it and began to suck up its sweet
juices.

The trumpeter at once screamed joyfully and pointed a finger straight at
him.

"There you go!" she cried. "You have to stop and eat even while you're