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 perspire," said the Queen. "One, two, three! Then we
can begin our work." And they perspired 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.