"So'm I!" cried a girl near him.
"Me, too!" exclaimed another boy.
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.
