no THE FIRST DAY IN JUNE 



thinking of Blue-eyed Grass. " It's the only 

 place where there are blue flowers." 



We went there first, but it is so even and flat, 

 we could see quickly she was not there. Even the 

 cows had gone home. 



" Perhaps she calls Wild Geranium blue flow- 

 ers," I said, and then it did seem dreadful to 

 think of all the places we should have to look 

 for her. 



" Master Tommy could tell just where the 

 blue flowers grow, if he were home," Michael 

 said. 



I thought of the Quaker Ladies' field, where 

 once before we had found Little Trudy, and 

 I told Michael we had better go there because per- 

 haps she didn't know they were all dead. It was 

 quite a long way to that meadow, and we asked 

 two strange boys we passed if they had seen Little 

 Trudy. They both shook their heads. 



When we had climbed the last fence Michael 

 felt sure she was not in that field, although 

 there were many trees and little hills that she 

 might have hid behind. He thought it very queer 

 I had not taken him to look for Little Trudy 

 where there were large blue flowers. " If Mas- 

 ter Tommy were only here," he said again. 



" There are no large blue flowers blooming 

 now," I told him. 



It was twilight and I saw that butterflies were 

 flying about, and In the grass crickets were chirp- 



