"Down with you--flat!" And together they crawled into the low-growing, dense-foliaged thicket, where they lay side by side, face downwards.
"They won't follow us in here," murmured Uncle Andy.

"They don't like thick bushes." "But I'm afraid--we've brought some in with us, Uncle Andy," replied the Babe, trying very hard to keep the tears out of his voice.

"I think I hear one squealing and buzzing in my hair.

_Oh_!" And he clutched wildly at his leg.
"You're right!" said Uncle Andy, his voice suddenly growing very stern as a bee crawled over his collar and jabbed him with great earnestness in the neck.

He sat up.