THE farmer opened his hive. "Off with you!" he said to the bees. "The sun is shining, and everywhere the flowers are coming out, so that it is a joy to see them. Get to work, and gather a good lot of honey for me to sell to the shopkeeper in the autumn. 'Many a streamlet makes a river,' and you know these are bad times for farmers."  
  
"What does that matter to us?" said the bees. But all the same they flew out; for they had been sitting all the winter in the hive, and they longed for a breath of fresh air.
 
 
They hummed and buzzed, they stretched their legs, they tried their wings. They out in all directions; they crawled up and down the hive; they flew off to the flowers and bushes, or wandered all round on the ground. There were hundreds and hundreds of them.
 
Last of all came the queen. She was bigger than the others, and it was she who ruled the hive.
 
"Stop your nonsense, little children," she said, "and set to work and do something. A good bee does not idle, but turns to with a will and makes good use of its time."
 
So she divided them into parties and set them to work.
 
  
"You over there, fly out and see if there is any honey in the flowers. The others can collect flower-dust, and when you come home give it in smartly to the old bees in the hive."
 
Away they flew at once. But all the very young ones stayed behind. They made the last party, for they had never been out with the others.
 
"What are we to do?" they asked.
 
 
"You! you must ," said the queen. "One, two, three! Then we can begin our work."
 
And they as well as they had learned to, and the prettiest yellow wax came out of their bodies.
 
"Good!" said the queen. "Now we will begin to build."
 
The old bees took the wax, and began to build a number of little six-sided cells, all alike and close up to one another. All the time they were building, the others came flying in with flower-dust and honey, which they laid at the queen's feet.
 
"We can now knead the dough," she said. "But first put a little honey in—that makes it taste so much better."
 
 
They kneaded and kneaded, and before very long they had made some pretty little loaves of bee-bread, which they carried into the cells."Now let us go on with the building," commanded the queen bee, and they perspired wax and built for all they were worth.
 
"And now my work begins," said the queen, and she heaved a deep sigh; for her work was the hardest work of all.
 
She sat down in the middle of the hive and began to lay her eggs. She laid great heaps of them, and the bees were kept very busy running with the little eggs in their mouths and carrying them into the new cells. Each egg had a little cell to itself; and when they had all been put in their places, the queen gave orders to fix doors to all the cells and shut them fast.
 
"Good!" she said, when this was done. "I want you now to build me ten fine big rooms in the out-of-the-way parts of the hive."
 
 
The bees had them ready in no time, and then the queen laid ten pretty eggs, one in each of the big rooms, and the doors were as before.
 
Every day the bees flew in and out, great heaps of honey and flower-dust; but in the evening, when their work was done, they would open the doors just a crack and have a peep at the eggs.
 
"Take care," the queen said one day. "They are coming!"
 
 
And all the eggs burst at once, and in every cell lay a pretty little bee-baby.
"What funny creatures!" said the young bees. "They have no eyes, and where are their legs and wings?"
 
"They are grubs," said the queen. "You simpletons looked just like that yourselves once upon a time. One must be a grub before one can become a bee. Be quick now, and give them something to eat."
 
The bees bestirred themselves to feed the little ones, but they were not equally kind to them all. The ten, however, that lay in the large cells got as much to eat as ever they wanted, and every day a great quantity of honey was carried in to them.
 
"They are princesses," said the queen, "so you must treat them well. The others you can ; they are only working people, and they must themselves to be content with what they can get."
 
And every morning the poor little got a little piece of bee-bread and nothing more, and with that they had to be satisfied, though they were ever so hungry.
 
 
In one of the little six-sided cells close by the princesses' lay a little tiny grub. She was the youngest of them all, and only just come out of the egg. She could not see, but she could plainly hear the grown-up bees talking outside, and for a while she lay quite still and kept her thoughts to herself.
 
All at once she said out loud, "I could eat a little more," and she knocked at her door.
 
"You have had enough for to-day," answered the old bee who was appointed to be head bee-nurse, creeping up and down in the passage outside.
 
"Maybe, but I am hungry!" shouted the little grub. "I will go into one of the princesses' chambers; I have not room to stir here."
 
"Just listen to her!" said the old bee mockingly. "One would think by the demands she makes that she was a fine little princess. You are born to and , my little friend. You are a working bee, and you will never be anything else all your days."
 
"But I want to be queen!" cried the grub, and on the door.
 
Of course the old bee did not answer such nonsense, but went on to the others. From every side they were calling out for more food, and the little grub could hear it all.
 
"It is hard, though," she thought, "that we should have to be so hungry."
 
And then she knocked on the princess's wall and called to her, "Give me a little of your honey. Let me come into your . I am lying here so hungry, and I am just as good as you."
 
"Are you? Just you wait till I am a queen," said the princess. "You may be sure that when that time comes I shall not forget your impertinence."
 
But she had scarcely said this before the other princesses began to cry out in the most dreadful manner.
 
"You're not going to be queen! I shall be queen! I shall be queen!" they all together, and they began to knock on the walls and make a .
 
 
The head bee-nurse came running up in an instant and opened the doors.
 
"What are your graces' orders?" she asked, dropping a curtsy and scraping the ground with her feet.
 
"More honey!" they shouted, all in one voice. "But me first—me first. I am the one who is to be queen."
 
"In a moment, in a moment, your graces," she answered, and ran off as fast as her six legs could carry her.
 
She soon came back with many other bees. They were dragging ever so much honey, which they down the cross little princesses' throats. And then they got them to hold their tongues and lie still and rest.
 
But the little grub lay awake, thinking over what had happened. She longed so much for some honey that she began to shake the door again.
 
"Give me some honey! I can't stand it any longer. I am just as good as the others."
 
The old bee tried to her.
 
"Hold your tongue, little bawler! The queen's coming."
 
 
And at the same moment the queen bee came.
 
"Go your ways," she said to the bees; "I wish to be alone."
 
For a long time she stood in silence before the princesses' chambers.
 
"Now they are lying there asleep," she said at last. "From morning till evening they do nothing but eat and sleep, and they grow bigger and fatter every day. In a few days they will be full grown, and will creep out of their cells. Then my turn will be over. I know that too well. I have heard the bees saying to one another that they would like to hav............