After a few days the weather changed again and became glorious. Even the Oddities would now join the crowd that hung out on the alighting-board, and would sing of work among the merry, merry blossoms till an untrained ear might have received it for the hum of a working hive. Yet, in truth, their store-honey had been eaten long ago. They lived from day to day on the efforts of the few sound bees, while the Wax-moth fretted and consumed again their already ruined wax. But the sound bees never mentioned these matters. They knew, if they did, the Oddities would hold a meeting and ball them to death. “Now you see what we have done,” said the Wax-moths. “We have created New Material, a New Convention, a New Type, as we said we would.” “And new possibilities for us,” said the laying sisters gratefully. “You have given us a new life's work, vital and paramount.” “More than that,” chanted the Oddities in the sunshine; “you have created a new heaven and a new earth. Heaven, cloudless and accessible” (it was a perfect August evening) “and Earth teeming with the merry, merry blossoms, waiting only our honest toil to turn them all to good. The--er--Aster, and the Crocus, and the--er--Ladies' Smock in her season, the Chrysanthemum after her kind, and the Guelder Rose bringing forth abundantly withal.” “Oh, Holy Hymettus!” said Melissa, awestruck. “I knew they didn't know how honey was made, but they've forgotten the Order of the Flowers! What will become of them?” A Shadow fell across the alighting-board as the Bee Master and his son came by. The Oddities crawled in and a Voice behind a Veil said: “I've neglected the old Hive too long. Give me the smoker.” Melissa heard and darted through the gate. “Come, oh come!” she cried. “It is the destruction the Old Queen foretold. Princess, come!” “Really, you are too archaic for words,” said an Oddity in an alley-way. “A cloud, I admit, may have crossed the sun; but why hysterics? Above all, why Princesses so late in the day? Are you aware it's the Hival Tea-time? Let's sing grace.” Melissa clawed past him with all six legs. Sacharissa had run to what was left of the fertile brood-comb. “Down and out!” she called across the brown breadth of it. “Nurses, guards, fanners, sweepers--out!” “Never mind the babies. They're better dead.--Out, before the Light and the Hot Smoke!” The Princess's first clear fearless call (Melissa had found her) rose and drummed through all the frames. “La Reine le veult! Swarm! Swar-rm! Swar-r-rm!” The Hive shook beneath the shattering thunder of a stuck-down quilt being torn back. “Don't be alarmed, dears,” said the Wax-moths. “That's our work. Look up, and you'll see the dawn of the New Day.” Light broke in the top of the hive as the Queen had, prophesied--naked light on the boiling, bewildered bees.