Chloe sat up in bed and gasped.
"But why—why was he dressed so?" she asked.
"To protect him in his duties."
"What duties—among the sheep?"
"No, oh no! He was swarming bees. Ah, how beautifully he swarms! If only these London creatures who call themselves men could see him!"
"I didn't know one person could swarm alone before. Go on, dear. Did he raise his meat-safe to you?"
"No. He took no notice of me at all, except to tell me to get out of the way. That struck me directly. It was so different from what a London man would do!"
"I should say so. Gracious!"
"It was only afterwards that we talked, and that I learned what a man's life can and should be."
She glowed tenderly, and Chloe's suspicions were confirmed. She shuffled on the sheet towards her friend, and whispered in her right ear: