Digital primer

It proved to be a large sugar bee,
very lifelike in appearance and having a little wad of paper rolled up
and tucked under one of the wings.
As Strout spread out the slip of paper with his fingers, loud cries of
"Eat it!" "Read it!" and "Pass it along!" came from the company. The
Professor stood apparently undecided what course to pursue, when Tilly
James, who was standing at his left, grabbed it from his fingers, and
running to the end of the table, stood beside young Hill with an
expression that seemed to say, "This is my young man, and I know he will
protect me."
Loud cries of "Read it, Tilly!" came from all parts of the table.
"Not unless Professor Strout is willing," said Tilly with mock humility.
All eyes were turned upon Strout, who, seeing that he had nothing to
gain by objecting, cried out, "Oh, go ahead; what do I care about such
nonsense!"
Tilly then read with much dramatic expression the following poetical
effusion:
"How does the wicked bumblebee
Employ the shining hours,
In stinging folks that he dislikes,
Instead of sipping flowers.


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