the rain was now coming down in big drops. The roof of
the shed protected them and while they stood watching the
rainstorm something buzzed in and circled around Pessim's
head. At once the Observer began beating it away with
his hands, crying out:

"A bumblebee! A bumblebee! The queerest bumblebee I
ever saw!"

Cap'n Bill and Trot both looked at it and the little
girl said in surprise:

"Dear me! It's a wee little Ork!"

"That's what it is, sure enough," exclaimed Cap'n Bill.

Really, it wasn't much bigger than a big bumblebee, and
when it came toward Trot she allowed it to alight on her
shoulder.

"It's me, all right," said a very small voice in her
ear; "but I'm in an awful pickle, just the same!"

"What, are you our Ork, then?" demanded the girl, much
amazed.

"No, I'm my own Ork. But I'm the only Ork you know,"
replied the tiny creature.

"What's happened to you?" asked the sailor, putting his