"What kind of bees have they?"
"Why, sir, the bees are, 'pon honour, sir, they are as large as your sheep in this country."
"Why, then, one would require to keep a pretty sharp look-out ahead, in case of a near encounter with such a winged monster."
"Not at all, sir. They make such a roaring noise, sir, with their wings, that you can hear them, like the bulls of Bashan, a full mile distant."
"Terrible! But are they numerous?"
"Oh, exceedingly!"
"And what kind of flowers have they to feed on?"
"Why, just ordinary flowers. They cover them all over, and insert their proboscis into a thousand, without stirring from their position."
"Yes! And what kind of skeps have they?"
"Oh, just ordinary skeps, like ours in this country."