THE HOLLYHOCK AND HER VISITOR.
A large bumble-bee often visited a stately hollyhock. He lingered in the deep red cup that she made for him, and talked busily with her. The neighboring flowers heard the full tones of his voice, but could not distinguish his words.
At length, a tall larkspur bent her ear, and listening closely, understood him to say, "I am very rich. I have gathered much pollen. I store it in a large wax palace, which I shall fill with honey. None of the bumble-bees in the village can compare with me."
"Oh, it must make you very happy," answered the hollyhock, "that when any poor, sick bees come and ask relief, you will have plenty for them, as well as yourself."
"I cannot undertake to feed them," he replied. "Every one must provide for himself. I worked hard to get what is mine. Let others go and do the same."
