"[...]sticky rag, and make a plaster, and put it on the small of your back, it will invigorate you like every thing, especially if some of the bees are not quite dead." "Yes," said the Languid Youth, looking at him with his mild eyes, "but if I had energy enough to catch a bee I would be satisfied. Suppose you catch a lot for me." "The subject is changed," said the Very Imp. "We are now about to visit the spacious chamber of the King of the Snap-dragons." "That is a flower," said the Languid Youth.[...]".