"Are you sorry for your wickedness?" asked Billy.
"I be," said Bumbus.
"You are stout and strong," said Billy musingly. "You haven't a bad heart, and you know something about rough-and-tumble fighting. General Merchandise, could you put him on your Police Force?"
"Certainly," said the General.
"Good," said Billy. "That settles a life job on Bumbus. And now for Drone."
"I don't have to go to work, do I?" whined Drone.
"Indeed you do, and I'm going to get you a position as a truckman among the Bee workers."
"Then I wouldn't be a Drone," whimpered he.
"Exactly," said Billy. "There is no room in this world for Drones. General, let some of your soldiers give him a shave, a bath, a square meal, some respectable clothes, and put him to work."