"I'm going to be a bee," announced Dot, seriously, "if they have the play. I'll have wings and a buzzer."
"A buzzer?" demanded Tess. "What's that?"
"Well, bees buzz, don't they? If they make bees out of us, as teacher says they will, we'll have to buzz, won't we? We're learning a buzzing song now."
"Goodness! and you'll be provided with a stinger, too, I suppose!" exclaimed Agnes.
"Oh! we shall be tame bees," Dot said. "Not at all wild. The song says so.
"'We are little honey-bees,
Honey sweet our disposition.
We appear here now to please,
Making sweets our avocation.
Buzz! buzz! buzz-z-z-z!'
That's a verse," concluded Dot.
"Miss Pepperill," observed Tess, sadly, "said only yesterday that if we were in the play at all we might act the part of imps better than anything else. It would come natural to us."
"Poor Miss Pepperpot!" laughed Agnes. "She must find your class a great cross, Tess. How's Sammy standing just now?"
"He hasn't done anything to get her very mad since he wrote about the duck," Tess said gravely. "But Sadie Goronofsky got a black mark yesterday. And Miss Pepperill laughed, too."