168 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



pies to help them. Yet I have seen a bee take a 

 piece of a poppy's petal to line her baby's room 

 perhaps that the little one should sleep very sound. 

 Monsieur Karr has seen this also." 

 "Mr. Karr?" repeated Mary, puzzled. 

 "Yes, Monsieur Alphonse Karr. The gentleman who 

 spent a year in making the tour about his garden." 

 "How did it take him so long?" 

 "Urn well, I have been fifteen years in my 

 garden, and yet I have not seen it all." 



"I should think," said Mary, doubtfully, "that a 

 poppy petal would be 

 rather large for a bee to 

 carry; you know, birds 

 can take only a little piece 

 of grass or other things. 

 Besides, I thought bees 

 lived in a hive and mad^ 

 cells out of wax," she ob- 

 jected. 



"Um yes. But there 

 are other kinds of bees. 

 This bee I tell you of 

 makes a little chamber in the ground ; and after it is 

 nicely hollowed in the ground, it is not quite to her 



