THE LIFE STORY OF AN APPLE BLOSSOM 115 



tion at all, all on account of the wind's blowing the 

 spray away from us." 



"I am terribly sorry for you," said our hero, "but 

 at the same time I am most thankful that I got 

 such a soaking. Old Rambo tree got too strong a 

 mixture, due to the mistake of Careless Jake, and 

 the leaves are all turned brown. Farmer Good has 

 put Jake on a job where he doesn't have to use his 

 head, so that he can't make trouble any more." 



One bright September morning the apple, now 

 quite a matured pippin, after lustily shaking the 

 morning dew from his well rounded sides remarked : 



"Say, fellows, I'm not bragging, but I sure am 

 some pippin. Gee, this is the life. Birds singing 

 to us all the day, the wind rocking us to sleep, and 

 the girls of the Maiden Blush tree flirting with us 

 every time we look their way. 



"It's too bad you fellows on your unsprayed limb 

 are so miserable. Old Codling-Moth, Apple Worm, 

 Black Rot, Canker, and their friends surely laid 

 their heavy hands on you. What a difference be- 

 tween us now, and to think we had an equal start! 



"My, it's great to be healthy and good-looking. 

 Say! Here comes Farmer Good with a ladder. I 

 wonder what's up now," questioned our hero. 



Farmer Good put the ladder up to the pippin 



