“I’ve thought of it myself,” acknowledged Billy. “One hive would make from four dollars upward in a year, but I don’t think we’d better experiment along any other line than gardening this year at least.”
“Well, I guess you’re right, Billy,” laughed Mary Frances, “although you’re a pretty good manager, we don’t want too many ‘bees in our bonnets’ at one time, do we? Oh, Billy, do you remember the verses we used to say when we were little—
“The great round sun is sleepy,
And wants to go to bed;
So he hides his face so shiny
Behind a kerchief red.
“Then all the little clovers
That dot the velvet lawn,
Begin to nod their tiny heads
And put their night-caps on.