THE FIRST DAY IN JUNE 107 



little taller, but It looks no more sad because the 

 autumn relatives have not come, nor any more gay 

 because June is here. 



I miss Jack-ln-the-pulplt. Of course his leaves 

 are still In the woods, but the pulpit and the little 

 preacher have both fallen, and I can see quite 

 plainly that in their places berries are beginning 

 to grow. They are green now and hard and fat, 

 but some day they will turn bright red. I only 

 caught a glimpse of the Star of Bethlehem once 

 this morning. There is very little Columbine 

 left, and although I have never been again to 

 Uncle Hiram's woods, I know the beautiful Yel- 

 low Lady's Slipper must be quite faded. 



Tommy has gone away for the whole day with 

 his father, and Philip Todd is out setting traps 

 for rabbits. Sometimes he makes a trap with 

 sticks that looks just like a figure four. At its 

 sharp end he fastens an apple, or something that 

 Master Bunny likes to nibble on; only when he 

 runs in to take it off the stick, another piece of 

 the figure four slips out and a box falls down and 

 covers him. Then Philip catches him very easily 

 under the box, and carries him home to live in a 

 hutch. He has said nothing more to Tommy or 

 me about his six cousins since the day Tommy 

 asked him if he liked kittens. 



After luncheon I ran out Into the meadow, for 

 it was still the first June day. I thought there 

 might be something to see there that did not grow 



