MARRIAGE PRIESTS OF THE FLOWERS 
77 
Master alchemists they are, for they gathered the 
nectar, changed it into honey, changed the honey 
into beeswax, molded the beeswax into combs of 
beautiful hexagonal cells, and gathered more honey 
for filling these cells. And with more thin flakes of 
wax, covered over each honey cell to preserve the 
precious contents from any dirt or deteriorating 
moisture. 
Honey has held an honorable place in history and 
legend since the days when Hebe served the Gods 
and Goddesses on Mount Olympus with nectar and 
ambrosia, or those brave times when ancient bar¬ 
barians at their feasts quaffed long drafts of honey 
mead from the skulls of former enemies. 
Nectar is still fit for Gods and Goddesses and 
honey mead is still a potent beverage! The quality 
of honey is unchanged, its quantity has increased. 
We eat it on waffles in waffle shops or put it in 
our tea! 
Yet the finest honey, thick and clear, is as much 
of a gastronomical treat as ever, regardless of the 
practical age in which we live, culling our recipes 
from Household Departments in the daily papers or 
from lecturers on Household Economics, instead of 
from the fair handmaid of Jove. 
A little imagination of our own will show ways 
