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Billy settled himself on a convenient blossom, all 

 "het up" after his chase, but his rage slowly sub- 

 sided. 



"Well, Billy, who was the big feUow?" 



"That was old Codling-Moth. He and his chil- 

 dren can do more damage in an orchard than a fire," 

 angrily explained Billy Bee. "I hate him. He is 

 always looking to see whom he can destroy. He 

 won't work, but just lives off other people. Cock 

 Robin knew what to do with him." 



After BUly Bee had rested and taken another sip 

 of honey, he went over to pay his respects to the 

 blossoms of the Maiden Blush tree. 



"BUly is a good fellow and a perfect gentleman," 

 said little Jenny Wren, who had stopped to see what 

 the racket was all about. "Billy is always busy and 

 never harms anyone who doesn't bother him. He 

 has a violent temper, however, and never fails to 

 back up his argument with a weapon that will make 

 anyone move." 



At this point Farmer Good, with his power 

 sprayer and its drenching shower of lime sulphur 

 and arsenate of lead, gave our friends, the blossoms 

 of the old pippin tree, a soaking, but a sudden gust 

 of wind blew the spray to one side so that one limb 

 was not sprayed. After it was over our Baby Bios- 



