He could not be spared long from Queen Wishtah’s realm.
They flew to him and eagerly asked what he was doing here; was he, too, going to leave the Queen to see the beautiful world.
He answered them, saying: “I am glad that you four have come back.”
“But we have not,” said Spider Eyes. “How can you say such a thing! for we will not come back until we have seen the beautiful world.”
“Buzz, buzz!” laughed Gold Jacket, the bumblebee. “You seek the beautiful world; I will lead you to it now.”
How happy they felt that their old friend, the bumblebee, with his sweet words, would show them at last the beautiful world. Buzz, buzz! whiz, whiz! on flew the bumblebee, never stopping and ever calling them to follow.
On, on he flew until he reached the gates of Queen Wishtah’s palace.
“There, my little friends,” he said, turning to them, “are the gates to the beautiful world. You have sought it elsewhere all in vain. The beautiful world is our own home! It matters not where, if love and contentment dwell there.”