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<h2>XXIII<br/>MAKING GAME OF OLD DOG SPOT</h2>
<p>"Where have you been keeping yourself?" Buster Bumblebee cried, the
moment he caught sight of Jimmy Rabbit's ears sticking up from behind a
head of Farmer Green's lettuce. "It's quite plain that you forgot to
meet me, so I might tell you about the raising bee."</p>
<p>At that Jimmy Rabbit promptly replied that he had come there each
morning.</p>
<p>"Anyhow," he said, "you promised to meet me. And since you haven't met
me until now it must be your fault, for you certainly haven't done as
you agreed."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Buster Bumblebee looked puzzled. He was sure that the fault had not been
his. But his wits were not so nimble as Jimmy Rabbit's. And he could
think of no answer at all.</p>
<p>"Well, what do you know about the raising bee?" Jimmy asked him with an
encouraging smile.</p>
<p>"You were mistaken about that," Buster told him eagerly. "There wasn't
any raising bee. Farmer Green's neighbors for miles around came to help
him put up the frame of his new barn. And afterwards they enjoyed a
feast under the trees—and a dance."</p>
<p>Jimmy Rabbit began to shake in a very strange manner.</p>
<p>"Ho! ho!" he cried in a jolly voice. "You are the one that's
mistaken—and not I! You saw a raising bee and didn't know it! Farmer
Green's friends <i>raised</i> the timbers<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</SPAN></span> for the barn. And that's why it's
called a <i>raising</i> bee. Any helpful, neighborly gathering like that is
known as a <i>bee</i>—though you may not be aware of that fact."</p>
<p>Buster Bumblebee stared open-mouthed. He had never suspected such a
thing. But Jimmy Rabbit said it was so. And there was nothing to do but
believe him.</p>
<p>"So they had something to eat—and a dance too, eh?" said Jimmy Rabbit
pleasantly.</p>
<p>"Yes," said Buster, "and there was a bumblebee in a pumpkin, though I
couldn't see him. But old dog Spot said he did. And I suppose I was
mistaken, for I thought he was inside a fiddle."</p>
<p>And now Jimmy Rabbit was laughing again, holding his sides and shaking
so hard that it seemed as if his ears would fall off if he didn't stop
soon.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"No, you were not mistaken at all!" he cried, as soon as he could speak
again. "That's an old, old tune. My grandfather has hummed it to me many
a time. He used to say that there never was another tune just like it."</p>
<p>"What tune?" Buster Bumblebee asked him. "I must say I don't know what
you're talking about."</p>
<p>"Why, <i>The Bumblebee in the Pumpkin</i>!" Jimmy Rabbit informed him.
"That's the name of a tune. Every good fiddler knows it. And since the
buzzing sound comes out of the fiddle, the bumblebee must be inside it,
of course."</p>
<p>For a moment Buster looked almost peevish. He had intended to take Jimmy
Rabbit down a peg by telling him he had been mistaken. And here was
Jimmy Rabbit, explaining every strange thing, just as he always did! It
was most annoying—so<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</SPAN></span> Buster thought. But all at once a comforting idea
popped into his head.</p>
<p>"Old dog Spot was wrong, wasn't he?" Buster cried.</p>
<p>"He certainly was," Jimmy Rabbit replied.</p>
<p>"Ha! ha!" laughed Buster Bumblebee. "Isn't it odd how stupid some people
are?"</p>
<p>"It certainly is!" said Jimmy Rabbit. And for some unknown reason he
laughed harder than ever before.</p>
<p>But Buster Bumblebee did not mind that in the least. He thought that
Jimmy Rabbit was making game of old dog Spot.</p>
<p style="text-align:center">THE END</p>
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