"Their stings are much sharper," answered Grandma, "and the pain lasts much longer. There is a hive full of these bees, and they are always very busy. But it is bedtime now. Wait till tomorrow night, and perhaps I shall tell you about one of them."
Ten minutes later Don fell asleep, wondering what the strange sort of bee was like, and hoping it would never sting him as the cross bee had stung Joyce.
Bee Obedient
"I have something to show you," said Grandma after breakfast the next morning. "Come with me."
"Oh, a little calf!" exclaimed Don a moment later.
"Isn't he cute?" cried Joyce. "See how wobbly his legs are. What's his name, Grandma?"
"Grandpa says he's not going to bother naming him, when he has two bright grandchildren here on the farm," answered Grandma, smiling.
"Does he mean that we can name him?" asked Joyce.
"Yes," replied Grandma, "he means just that."
"Oh, Don," cried Joyce, "what shall we call him?"