110 THE ROMANCE OF EVERIFARM 



out the help of Billy Bee and the fertilizmg pollen, 

 you will wither and die within a few days." 



"There was a fellow on this same limb last year, 

 so I have heard, that was a sure 'nuff tightwad. 

 He wouldn't give any honey at all. Just stayed 

 closed up all the time, keeping his honey to himself. 

 Billy Bee and his friends just left him all alone and 

 didn't pay him any attention whatever; didn't 

 powder him up every morning with nice yellow 

 pollen, so old Mister Tightwad got what was coming 

 to him — he died. 



"Listen, fellows! I hear him coming. There he 

 is. Hello, Billy Bee! Come over and I'll load you 

 down. Fine day for bees and apple blossoms, 

 isn't it?" 



"Yes, but you had best pull your eiderdown com- 

 fort up over your ears to-night, for old Jack Frost 

 is going to make us a call," buzzed Billy Bee as he 

 took his toll of honey from each blossom, and also 

 dropped a good word of advice as he visited his 

 friends in Farmer Good's big apple orchard. 



"Oh, my! That sounds bad and I am cold 

 already," shivered the one-day-old pink bud. Baby 

 Blossom, the hero of this story. 



"I 'm afraid that some of the youngsters will not 

 pull through to-night, if they stay up late/' was the 



