In a Garden 109

‘Why, what’s the matter?” said Dick.

The other elves would only laugh, but a
great bumble-bee, who was sailing by with
sapphire wings, boomed out—

“Sulking because he doesn’t like his
name.”

And at that the elf gave an impatient

twist.
“T wish I hadn’t come to this horrid
place,” he said, in a choked little voice. “I

am sure I am as pretty as any one, and to
be called Devil-in-the-bush is too bad! Oh,
yes, you may laugh, but just tell me which
of you would like it? I think you are
extremely uncivil.”

‘“Bo-o-om,” sang the bumble-bee, “give
and take, give and take,” and with that he
flew straight into the bell of a white lily.

Dick was too good-natured to wish to
hurt the new-comer’s feelings, so, though it
was difficult, he managed to look grave.

“But,” he remarked, in a puzzled tone, “I
don’t see what we have to do with it? I’m
called Dick, you know, and I like it, but if I