"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 fixed
as before. Every day the Bees flew in and out, gathering 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 stint; they are only working people, and
they must accustom themselves to be content with what they can
get." And every morning the poor little wretches got a little piece
of Bee bread and nothing more, and with that they had to be