“To-day fresh colours break the soil, and butterflies take wing
Down broidered lawns all bright with pearls in the garden of the King.”
And although we still may say we are in dainty May, more than the toe of our best foot is already in gorgeous June.
CHAPTER VI
THE JUNE MEADOWS
“The showers are over, the skiffing showers,
Come, let us rise and go
Where the happy mountain flowers,