While she was talking with Uncle Peabody an idea occurred to me and the dog and I ran for the house.

There was a pan of honey on the top shelf of the pantry and ever since I had seen it put there I had cherished secret designs.
I ran into the deserted house, and with the aid of a chair climbed to the first shelf and then to the next, and reached into the pan and drew out a comb of honey, and with no delay whatever it went to my mouth.
Suddenly it seemed to me that I had been hit by lightning.

It was the sting of a bee.

I felt myself going and made a wild grab and caught the edge of the pan and down we came to the floor--the pan and I--with a great crash.
I discovered that I was in desperate pain and trouble and I got to my feet and ran.

I didn't know where I was going.