[CHAPTER XXXVII]
The Wicked Rose Bugs
“‘ZEALOUS care brings big reward in growing,’ our professor told us.”
Billy was perched in the fork of an apple tree. The two girls and his mother were sitting on the grass which made a thick carpet beneath its branches.
“He used to say it over so often that the fellows nicknamed him ‘Rosy,’” Billy went on.
“Oh!” exclaimed Mary Frances, “wasn’t that awful!” but she and Eleanor giggled, and even her mother smiled.
“You didn’t call him that, though?” said Eleanor.