Outside it was raining, so he drew back his head in a hurry; but the rain came pattering in after him. "Oh, my doodness!" moaned Blossom, "is that how it is outside? Now we shall det wet to the skin."
"Come," said Puck, "let's go find us another house; it'll be better by-and-by."
So they went, and they went, till they came to old Mother Bee, who lived with her children in the leafy house of the linden-tree.
"Oh, come in," said she; "but you must sit quite still, or else my children will sting you. As for me, I must go and gather honey."
For a little while they sat quite still. "Sister Blossom," said Puck, "it's too close in here. I must go see where they keep the honey." He was starting off that very minute, but all the Bee children flew up in such a rage, and fastened themselves upon Puck and Blossom, that they got away, they hardly knew how.
"I didn't even det a taste of their old honey, and I'm all stung up," sobbed Blossom.
"Never mind," said Puck, comfortingly, "it'll be better by-and-by."