And , Lord !<br>Contentment still I crave , Because Thou savest such .<br>Fulness to them a burden is , That go on pilgrimage .<br>Here little , and hereafter bliss , Is best from age to age !<br>CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE AUNT MARCH SETTLES THE QUESTION Like bees swarming after their queen , mother and daughters hovered about Mr. March the next day , neglecting everything to look at , wait upon , and listen to the new invalid , who was in a fair way to be killed by kindness .
Bees love their queen.