“Buzz! Buzz!” said the bee.
“I am busy now getting honey from the flowers.
I can not stop to play with you.
Amy walked through the woods.
By and by she met an ant with a piece of sugar.
“I wish you would come and play with me,” said Amy.
“I am too busy to play with you,” said the ant.
“I must carry this sugar home for the little ants to eat.”
III
Amy sat down under a tree to think about it.
“The squirrels, the bees, and the ants work from morning till night,” said Amy.
“I will ask the flowers if they have to work.”
So she ran into the garden.
“Do flowers have to work?” she said to a pretty red clover.
“My dear Amy,” said the red clover, “the flowers must all work.
We are busy now making honey for the bees.
That is why we are so happy.”
Amy ran home to her mother and said, “I have come back to help you, Mother dear.
The squirrels, the bees, the ants and the flowers all have work to do.
I should like to work, too.”
“You may help me sew,” said her mother.
“Then you will be happy, like the squirrels, the bees, the ants, and the flowers.”
