"Oh, I did—I did, Papa—all but two."
BIG, BIG BERRIES THAT LOOKED SO GOOD
"And I will have those," said the Chief Gardener, and he lifted the little girl in his arms and gave her a big, big kiss, on each rosy cheek.
"I think June is the best month that ever was!" said Davy a little later, as he finished his second large piece.
"It always seems the queen month to me," said big Prue, "perhaps because it is the month of the rose—the queen of the flowers."
"Is the rose really the queen of the flowers?" asked little Prue.
"I have always heard so."
"How did she get to be queen? Did she just happen to be queen, or did the other flowers choose her?"
Little Prue's mamma looked thoughtfully out the garden window, where a great climbing rambler was a mass of red blossoms.