"Well, then, there are the Bumble-bees."
"Oh, I doat on them! General Bumble is one of the most dashing, brilliant fellows of the day.
"I think he is shockingly corpulent," said Colonel Katy-did, not at all pleased to hear him praised, "don't you?"
"I don't know but he is a little stout," said Miss Katy; "but so distinguished and elegant in his manners,—something martial and breezy about him."
"Well, if you invite the Bumble-bees you must have the Hornets."
"Those spiteful Hornets,—I detest them!"
"Nevertheless, dear Miss Katy, one does not like to offend the
Hornets."
"No, one can't. There are those five Misses Hornet,—dreadful old maids! as full of spite as they can live. You may be sure they will every one come, and be looking about to make spiteful remarks. Put down the Hornets, though."
"How about the Mosquitoes?" said the Colonel.
"Those horrid Mosquitoes,—they are dreadfully common! Can't one cut them?"