noon
`` Is it a true swarm or a cast ? '' inquired John Grimbal . `` A swarm , without much question , though it dawned an unlikely day for an old queen to leave the hive . Still , the weather came over splendid enough by noon , and they knew it was going to . Where are your butts ? You see , young maiden queens go further afield than old ones . The latter take but a short flight for choice . ''