The humming sound was much louder now, and several small insects
could be seen flying about the room.
"I guess we'd better get out of this!" cried Russ, as he prepared to
abandon his camera.
"It would be best," advised the teacher. "There is a swarm of bees
outside, and some of them are in here. They may sting all of us."
"Well, this is a new one--a moving picture spoiled by bees!" cried
Mr. Pertell. "I never----"
"One got me!" interrupted Mr. Sneed. "I knew something would happen.
If there's anything going I get it--from bulldogs to bees!"
He began rubbing vigorously at his cheek, where a bee had saluted him
too ardently.
"Come on--everybody out!" ordered Mr. Pertell, making slaps at a bee
that was buzzing angrily around his head. There was no need to give
this direction to the school children, for they were already outside,
and now the teacher hastened out, while the moving picture players
lost no time in following her example.
"Ouch! One got me that time!" cried Paul, who was hurrying out at the
side of Alice.
"Did it hurt much?" she asked.
"Not much now; but it will more, later," he said, as he examined his
wrist to see if the bee's sting had been left in, as that would make
an ugly sore. "I've been stung several times before, and when it
swells up, and itches, then it's really bad.
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