then we cut down th’ tree, an’ we stayed thar th’ hull day, too, an’ eat thar an’ had ros’n ears by th’ fire, too.”

“I say, you know. There seem to be a lot of things you will have to enlighten me about. After you get through with the bee tree you must tell me what ‘ros’n ears’ are. And then what did you do?”

“Thar war a heap o’ honey. That tree, hit war nigh-about plumb full o’ honey, and th’ bees war that mad you couldn’t let ‘em come nigh ye ‘thout they’d sting you. They stung me, an’ I nevah hollered. Frale, he ‘lowed ef you hollered, you wa’n’t good fer nothin’, goin’ bee hunt’n’.”