"Hullo," he said to the little primrose, "you here?"
She told him all her adventures.
"Well, what I said is right, isn't it?" the bee remarked. "It's all very jolly here, isn't it?"
"I suppose so, but I wish I didn't feel so weak. I never had an ache when I was in the wood."
"Ah, but you weren't among the nobs then," said the bee; "make the most of your time while you're here, for it won't be for long, you know."
"Come and see me to-morrow," the little primrose whimpered. "I feel so lonely here. I was happier in the wood."
"You won't be alive to-morrow," said the bee cheerily. "But never mind, you have seen the world." And out he bashed again, blowing his motor-horn to clear the way.
