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to my wife, do you see? I call
it Manse because it is a man's. It is perfectly plain. If it was a woman's,
I 'd say so."
"Well, I don't think you 're much of a _humble_-bee--" began Betty,
and then caught herself up short and stopped.
Mr. Bombus gave her a severe look from under his three-cornered hat,
but did not reply at once, and they advanced on their way for some
little time in silence. Then the gentleman said:
"I 've been thinking of what you said about my not being a humble-bee.
Of course I am not a humble-bee, but you seemed to lay considerable
stress on the first part of the word, as if you had a special meaning.
Explain!"
Poor Betty blushed very red with shame and confusion; but the

gentleman had a commanding way with him and she dared not disobey.
"I only meant, sir," she stammered,--"I only meant--I--did n't think you
were very humble, because you seemed very proud about the place
being yours. I thought you were 'stuck up,' as my brother says."
"Stuck up? Where?" queried Mr. Bombus, anxiously. "Pray don't make
such unpleasant insinuations. They quite set my heart to throbbing. I
knew--I mean I saw a humble-bee once," he remarked impressively,
"and would you believe it, a little boy caught him and impaled him on a
pin. It was horrible. He died in the most dreadful agony,--the bee, not
the boy,--and then the boy secured him to the wall; made him fast there.
So he was stuck up. You surely can't mean--"
"Oh, no, indeed! I meant only proud," replied Betty, contritely; for Mr.
Bombus's face had really grown pale with horror at the remembrance of
the bee's awful fate, and she was very sorry she had occasioned him
such discomfort.
"Then why did n't you say only 'proud'?" asked her companion, sharply.
"You said 'proud,' and then added 'stuck up.'"
Betty thought it was about time to change the subject, so she observed
quietly that By-and-by seemed a long way off.
"Of course it is a long way off," replied her companion. "Don't you
wish it to be a long way off?"
Betty hesitated. "Well, I don't think I ever wished much about it. Can
you tell me how many miles it is from some place I know about? You
see, Mr. Bombus, I am pretty sure it is n't in the geography. At least, I
don't remember that I ever saw it on the map. Could n't you tell me
where it is?"
Mr. Bombus considered a moment, And then asked, "Do you know
where Now is?"
Betty thought a minute, and then replied, "I suppose it is Here, sir."

"Right!" assented the old gentleman, promptly. "Now, if you had said
There, it would have been wrong; for Then is There. You see, this is the
way: When we have lived in Now until it is all used up, it changes into
Then, and, instead of being Here, is There. I hope it's plain to you. Well,
you asked me where By-and-by was. That 's the very thing about it: it
never was, not even _is_; it's always going to be, and it's generally a
rather long way from Now; so, if you know where Now is, you can
make your own calculations as to the distance of By-and-by."
"But I don't know anything about calculating distances," said Betty,
dolefully.
"It does n't matter," remarked Mr. Bombus; "for even if you did you
could n't apply it in this case. But we 're getting on in our journey. Yes,
indeed, we seem to be really getting on."
"Why, I should hope so!" returned Betty. "It seems to me I never flew
so fast in all my life before and for such a long time. If we were n't
getting on, I think I should be discouraged. We seem to be almost
running a race, we go so quickly."
"We are running a race," observed Mr. Bombus.
Betty opened her eyes wide and said: "Why, I did n't know it. When did
we begin?"
"When we started, Child. Pray, don't be stupid!" replied her friend, a
little severely.
"But with whom are we running it?" queried Betty.
"With Time," whispered Mr. Bombus, confidentially. "One always has
to beat him before one can get to By-and-by. And then it depends on
one's self whether one likes it or not after one gets there."
But even as he spoke Betty seemed to feel herself hurried along more
rapidly than ever, as if she were making a final effort to outstrip some
one; and then she was brought to so sudden a standstill that she had to

do her best to keep from falling forward, and was still quite dizzy with
her effort