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 went to sleep in the night, you better throw up this job and let me hunt somebody else to look after the bees.”

Jamie stood very straight. He emptied his pocket of his distinguished service decorations and lowered them to the eyes of the small person.

“In so far as I know,” he said, quite seriously, “there is no reason why the bees should dislike any odours that might emanate from my exterior or even from the most secret places of my soul.”

“Well, then, that’s all to the good,” said the small person. “You just look tome sometimes as if you wasn’t sure whether you was going to stay or whether you was going on.”

“I’ll admit,” said Jamie, “that it has been difficult for me to decide whether I’d stay or whether I’d go on, but if you will help me, I think it would be better for me at least to try what I can do.”

Jamie stood still and watched the small person go down the walk toward the fence which had afforded the means of entrance. Poised on the top of it and in the act of swinging over, there came clear to his ears the admonition, “Better stick around, Bo! You’ll like it!”