The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1880-07-16

One day Patty ran into the house with.
her yellow hair a-tumble, and her blue
eyes sparkling with excitement.
Mother, o mother 20 she cried, her
little brown hands futtering like the
wings Of bird "The bees are swarm
ing"
a Sure :" asked her mother doubtfully.
For, you see, Patty was the least bit in
the world like the boy in the fable who
cried, Vol, wolfr' when there was no
wolf Not that she meant to be, but so
many bees would fly about making such
buzzing in the warm spring sunshine,
that Patty was often quite certain that
they were swarming when they hadn't
any idea oft. And that is why Patty's
mother asked, in that doubtful way,
a. Sure F''
1es'm," said Patty meekly.
Her mother stepped to the door. True
there was roar like that of very small
waterfall IN the air, and out over the bee
hives fo2ted little black cloud.
do believe they are" she said.
But they're not all out yet, guess, and
Eih not begin to light for some little
time Run down to Mr.. Jessup's, Patty,
and tel your father. No, Pll 60 with
a remembering that Patty had
gone for her father once before when the
bees were not swarming after all.
May 60 out and watch 'em, mother2"
asked Patty, dancing heel and toe on the
white kitchen floor.
Yes, put on Aunt Nabby's shaker,
and don't 90 too near"
50 Patty got into Aunt Nabby's big
shaker-bonnet, which was so much too
Large that you could not see her little
round face, unless, feeling quite sure it
was there, you stopped and peeped in !;
and the brown calico cape almost reached
the hem of her short skirts.
Then Patty went out into the garden
and sat down on box by the cucumber
bed.
She watched the dancing black swarm
until her eyes grew heavy. The sun shone
brightly, the west winds blew about her
warm and soft and fragrant. The buzz
ing Of many bees grew louder and louder,
until Il seemed to swallow up every other
sound Then the big shaker began to
drop, and that was all Patty knew until
Patty Patty, child! don't stir for
your life!"
This was what called Patty out of
dreamlAnd, her fathers voice deep and
hoGrse.
At first she wondered where she was.
There was q roar like distant thunder in
her earA
Don't move, Patty dear. Don't lift
your he8d!" That was her mother. The
words sounded to Patty q great way of.
and there was q tremble in them and 4
sob ~ the last What could il meanp
Patty was frightened, but she was q
brave little girl, and had always been
taught 70 obey. So she sat very still,
with scarcely the culver of an eyelid, and
presently she felt the big shaker gently
Efted from her head.
g An right" said her father.
And Patty looked mp with q little cry
20 see the shaker-Aunt Nsbby's shaker,
truly, bat bigger than ever with that
great cluster Of moving, buzzing bees
hanging 70 it-disappear within an empty
hive -
Then Patty laughed. aDid they light
on my head p she cried jumping up.
What fung1 ~
Bet Der mother took the littls afrl in
her arms and carried her into the house.
sd osied over her. Mothers are sunh
qns9 people. .sssS..r 5.
Inst shall be Ratty's hive, y said her
f1fher, coming in lstsF; adding. With q
twinkls IN his eye, I've heard Of bee
N onSs boznsts but I never akwso many
bs~ q . bonnst bsGoBen ey "a as
Nor nd Petty, laughing still
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