There was a bit of a fuss on the Gate," Melissa chuckled.
The Wax-moth caressed Melissa with her soft feelers and laid another egg.
Don't be unkind, Melissa," said a young bee, impressed by the chaste folds of the Wax-moth's wing, which hid her ceaseless egg-dropping.
Laying at every sob, the Wax-moth backed into a crowd of young bees, and left Melissa bewildered and annoyed.
Melissa had all a sound bee's hereditary hatred against the big, squeaking, feathery Thief of the Hives.
You mustn't teach us to refuse work," Melissa began.
Not to my knowledge," said Melissa, who, of course, only knew the Wax-moth as a lady with principles, and had never thought to report her presence.
Melissa dropped her head at once, took firm hold with her fore-feet, and fanned obediently at the regulation stroke three hundred beats to the second.
She's very sweet and feathery," was all that Melissa thought, "but her talk sounds like ivy honey tastes.
The crowd cheered and broke away as Melissa dived through.
But Melissa had already risen clear, and was heading for a breadth of virgin white clover, which to an overtired bee is as soothing as plain knitting to a woman.
English grammar, composition, geography, and the use of the dumb-bells, by Miss Melissa
Wackles; writing, arthmetic, dancing, music, and general fascination, by Miss Sophia Wackles; the art of needle-work, marking, and samplery, by Miss Jane Wackles; corporal punishment, fasting, and other tortures and terrors, by Mrs Wackles.