threatened to overwhelm her. The general excitement got into her blood, and she set up a fine, distinct buzzing.
"What do you mean by that?" said Cassandra. "Isn't there noise enough as it is?"
Maya subsided at once, and looked at Cassandra questioningly.
"Come here, child, we'll see if we cannot quiet down a bit." Cassandra took Maya by her gleaming wings, which were still soft and new and marvelously transparent, and shoved her into an almost deserted corner beside a few honeycombs filled with honey.
Maya stood still and held on to one of the cells.
"It smells delicious here," she observed.
Her remark seemed to fluster the old lady again.
"You must learn to wait, child," she replied. "I have brought up several hundred young bees this spring and given them lessons for their first flight, but I haven't come across another one that was as pert and forward as you are. You seem to be an exceptional nature."
