The beekeeping lady then worked quickly. She put a large sheet on the ground and put the box with the bees on top. In a very short space of time all the bees were gone and there was no more noise. She slowly lifed the box and put it back into her car.
She then removed her veil and her beuatiful face shone as she presented us with two pots of unlabelled honey! It was very kind of her, since I thought we might have to pay her to take the bees away. Sometimes Dad paid our gardener, Jack, a little extra to help him trap the moles. And Mum had paid the rat catcher last year to come and remove the rats from the back sheds. Why should the Beekeeping lady actually give us a present for taking these stinging insects away from our garden? All these unanswered questions.
Mum asked the beekeeping lady if she would like a cup of tea. (Mum always offered visitors a cup of tea). However, the beekeeping lady said that she had to get the bees into a hive before the sun went down. She left quietly, efficiently and gracefully, almost like an angel might vanish behind a cloud.
And we were left with the two jars of honey. We opened one of them straight away and had honey on toast for tea in the chairs which had been laid out by Mum next to the Willow Tree. The honey was delicious! And what an eventful afternoon it had been!