“Yes,” said Jonas. “Come; and Henry may go, too.”
“Well, wait a minute, just till I go and open the door in my bee-hive.”
“Your bee-hive!” said Jonas; “what do you mean by that?”
But Rollo did not hear what Jonas said; for he had run off along the alley, Henry after him, towards the place where they had established their hive.
“What does he mean by his bee-hive?” said Jonas to himself. “I mean to go and see.”
So Jonas opened the garden gate, and came in. When he came up near the seat where Henry and Rollo stood, he found the boys standing a step or two back from the flower-pot, both watching the hole with the utmost intentness.
“What are you looking at, there, boys?” said Jonas, with great surprise.
“O, we are looking to see the bees come out.”
“The bees come out!” said Jonas.
“Yes,” said Rollo; “that is our bee-hive,—honey-pot we call it. We have put some bees in it.”