but fat trina was no less idle. "dear harry," said she one day, "why should we make our lives so toilsome when there is no need for it, and thus ruin the best days of our youth? would it not be better for us to give the two goats which disturb us every morning in our sweetest sleep with their bleating, to our neighbor, and he will give us a beehive for them. we will put the beehive in a sunny place behind the house, and trouble ourselves no more about it. bees do not require to be taken care of, or driven into the field; they fly out and find the way home again for themselves, and collect honey without giving the very least trouble." "thou hast spoken like a sensible woman," replied harry. "we will carry out thy proposal without delay, and besides all that, honey tastes better and nourishes one better than goat’s milk, and it can be kept longer too."