"It's a good thing you didn't," said the man. "Now remember—keep away from the bees."
"But how does grandpa get the honey out without being stung?" Bunny wanted to know.
"He blows smoke on them, from a smoking-machine," said the hired man. "The smoke quiets the bees, and then they don't sting. Of course your grandpa leaves the bees some honey for themselves. They have to have some to eat when it is winter, and when there are no flowers."
"Do flowers make honey?" asked Sue.
"The bees suck honey from the flowers," the hired man told the children. "Now run away, and don't ever again play in that part of the garden where the bees are."
"We won't," promised Bunny and Sue.
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Grandpa Brown when Bunny and Sue told him what had happened. "I forgot to speak about the bees. You see I didn't have any when you were here before, and now I should have told you to keep away from them. I'm glad the hired man saw you in time, or you might have been badly stung."
"Does it hurt to be stung?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Indeed it does!" his father told him. "It's worse than fifty mosquito bites made into one. So keep away from the bees."
Bunny and Sue were sure they would. They told about having fed the horse, and how the old ram pulled Bunny by the coat.