108 THE FIRST DAY IN JUNE 



about Old Adam. I had not gone very far when 

 I looked down and truly the grass was blooming. 

 I could hardly believe it at first; but then I re- 

 membered it was June, and thought it very wise 

 of the grass to know this, and send out such dear 

 little flowers. 



They were a deep blue, and the second time I 

 looked, I felt quite sure they belonged to the 

 grass. They were the shape of tiny stars, and in 

 the center of each one I saw a round yellow spot 

 that might have been its eye. Then each little 

 leaf of the flowers ended in a tiny point. 



" You've a dear little face," I said to one of 

 them, " and you're peeping out at June." 



I picked quite a handful of these flowers, for 

 I wanted Grandmother to see that the grass had 

 really bloomed. But not all the grass in the 

 meadow had flowers. It was only in spots I 

 found them, and in these places there were very 

 many. 



As soon as I reached home I put these little 

 blue stars in water. Then I ran to find Grand- 

 mother. They already had faded, but I thought 

 the water would make them lift up their heads. 

 When Grandmother came each little blossom was 

 tightly closed and no longer looked pretty. 



" I wanted to show you how the grass had blos- 

 somed for June," I said, " but the flowers have 

 faded." 



" Not faded, child," Grandmother said, " they 



