"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 crammed 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 hush 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."