112 THE FIRST DAY IN JUNE 



out about it, because now Little Trudy had to be 

 taken home. 



Michael picked her up without saying a word, 

 although she talked a great deal to him. 



" Trudy never go home," she said, " she too 

 tired. Blue flowers very far. Trudy find them 

 just same." 



Michael had a heavy load going back with both 

 Trudy and me on his shoulders. He said he 

 didn't mind, and he walked so fast I asked him 

 if he had on his seven league boots. 



Little Trudy's mother was so glad to have her 

 back that she never said a word about how naughty 

 she had been to run away. She just put her to 

 bed. 



Grandmother said that was the best place for 

 me too when Michael took me home. I went 

 to sleep, thinking that the next day I would find 

 out from Tommy about those blue flowers. 



The first twilight in June had been much more 

 exciting than either the morning, or afternoon. 



