"It's a pity I don't know him, that
being the case," he said gently. "But,
anyway, you're a lucky little girl."

"Yes," I sighed, "I am, indeed."

But my attention was taken by our
approach to what I recognised as an
"estate." A great gate with high
posts, flat on top, met my gaze, and
through this gateway I could see a drive
and many beautiful trees. A little boy
was sitting on top of one of the posts,
watching us, and I thought I never had
seen a place better adapted to viewing
the passing procession. I longed to be
on the other gatepost, exchanging confi-
dences across the harmless gulf with
this nice-looking boy, when, most unex-
pectedly, the horses began to plunge.
The next second the air was filled with
buzzing black objects.

"Bees!" said the king. It was the
first word he had spoken, and a true
word it was. Swarming bees had set-
tled in the road, and we had driven un-
aware into the midst of them. The
horses were distracted, and made blind-