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"What, about seven and three-quarter minutes' work now?" said Melissa one day as she came in. "I've been at it for five hours, and I've only half a load." "Oh, the Hive subsists on the Hival Honey which the Hive produces," said a blind Oddity squatting in a store-cell. "But honey is gathered from flowers outside two miles away sometimes," cried Melissa.
"Pardon me," said the blind thing, sucking hard. "But this is the Hive, is it not?" "It was. Worse luck, it is." "And the Hival Honey is here, is it not?" It opened a fresh store-cell to prove it. "Ye-es, but it won't be long at this rate," said Melissa. "The rates have nothing to do with it. This Hive produces the Hival Honey.
"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.