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made of, after all,” sighed Tom. His face
and hands were stinging with pain. Archie
led him carefully along the field to the
garden. The first person they met was the
gardener.

“Why, Master Tom!” he exclaimed,
— “you've been fighting !”

“I’m stung!” answered Tom. “The nasty
wasps rushed out of their bike and stung me,
I didn’t want to fight them, I’m sure.”

The next person they met was Richard.

“What have you been doing, Master
Tom ?” exclaimed he.

“Can’t you see?” answered Tom. He was
feeling quite cross with the wasps and every-
body.

“Dear me, Tom!” cried his mamma, when
he went into the drawing-room; “ what a figure
you are! What Zave you been doing ?”

“He’s been stung!” exclaimed Archie,
“The wasps flew at him ina great rage. It
was dreadfully hard work to get them away.”

“Come upstairs directly,” said she, “and
we'll bathe it.”