"Seems as if we'd have to chew scrap-wax for these pillars, after
all," said a worker.
"Not by a whole comb," cried the young bee who had broken the
cluster. "Listen here! I've studied the question more than twenty
minutes. It's as simple as falling off a daisy. You've heard of
Cheshire, Root and Langstroth?"
They had not, but they shouted "Good old Langstroth!" just the
same.
"Those three know all that there is to be known about making
hives. One or t'other of 'em must have made ours, and if they've
made it, they're bound to look after it. Ours is a 'Guaranteed
Patent Hive.' You can see it on the label behind."
"Good old guarantee! Hurrah for the label behind!" roared the
bees.
"Well, such being the case, I say that when we find they've
betrayed us, we can exact from them a terrible vengeance."
"Good old vengeance! Good old Root! 'Nuff said! Chuck it!" The
crowd cheered and broke away as Melissa dived through.
"D'you know where Langstroth, Root and Cheshire, live if you
happen to want em? she asked of the proud panting orator.
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