18 THE ROMANCE OF EVERIFARM 



pollen from other blooms and fertilized our Clover 

 perfectly, until every young seed pod was aglow 

 with life and was rapidly being developed into a 

 beautiful purple or yellow seed. One day after the 

 blooms had begun to fade and the nights were get- 

 ting cool Old Bumble Buzzer came along and stopped 

 on the clover plant to see if the work had been well 

 done. 



"Well, old friend, our work is about over for this 

 year, isn't it?" cordially exclaimed Clover. 



"Yes. My family are about all gone, now. Soon 

 you will be mowed down and threshed to be planted 

 somewhere next year. I have located an abandoned 

 mouse nest in the old dead cottonwood stump over 

 by the fence, and as Farmer Good is going to put you 

 clover seeds in that field next year it will be just 

 right for me when I awaken next spring to come 

 over and see you," answered Buzzer, as she clumsily 

 sailed away into the red sunset of the autumn day. 



"Well, good-by. Buzzer. Take good care of your- 

 self this winter and here's hoping we shall meet over 

 in the field across the fence next year," Clover 

 called cheerily, as his good friend buzzed out of 

 sight. 



