We often call the bindweed the wild morning-glory, and we and the bees are fond of it. We enjoy looking at it, and probably the bees do, too, though they have yet another reason for liking it. Just watch one go into a wild morning-glory some fine day. You will think she expects to find something very delightful indeed from the way she hurries in. And so she does. She buzzes down the white line to the very bottom of the flower, crowds her head as far in as she can get it, and then thrusts her long brown tongue yet deeper in to where the honey lies. For the flower makes honey for the bee, and keeps it hidden as deep as possible. There are five openings in the bottom of the flower cup that go straight into the honey wells. You need only look into a morning-glory and you will see them. All kinds of morning-glories, as well as the bindweeds, have them. The bees know this, and wherever you see the morning-glories you will see their little winged friends. Very many flowers provide honey for the insects, and it is fortunate for us that they do; for if they did not, we should see no butterflies and have no honey, for butterflies and bees cannot live without the honey the flowers give them. Flower honey has a special name; we often call it nectar, for a good reason which I mean to tell you another time. The places where the nectar is stored are the nectar holders, or nectaries. It must be a fine thing to go to a flower and take a drink of honey whenever you wish; but what will you say when I tell you the bees get bread as well as honey from the flowers? Yet this is what happens. You could not live upon honey alone; neither could a bee. Perhaps you could not live upon bread and honey; but you could if you were a bee, that is, _beebread_ and honey. For beebread is much more nutritious than the bread we eat. In fact, it takes the place of meat and eggs and milk and all the other things we take such pains to get. You do not see where a bee finds bread in a flower? That is because you are not a bee. If you were, you would know at once. Suppose you watch a bee go into a morning-glory. She will be in a great hurry, and you will have to keep your eyes open, or all will be over before you know what has happened. She will suck up the honey, and then very likely she will turn around and around on the white pole-like part that stands up in the middle of the flower. She is not doing this for fun, nor because she is confused and does not know which way to go next. She is gathering fine flour of which to make beebread. Put your finger into the morning-glory and you, too, may gather this fine flour. When you take your finger out there will be something like fine white powder clinging to it. Well, that is the flour from which the bee makes her beebread. We call it _pollen_, and if we look closely we shall find it is stored in five tiny boxes.