II . The June Chapter There were no Mayflowers in June ; but now the Old Lady 's garden was full of blossoms and every morning Sylvia found a bouquet of them by the beech -- the perfumed ivory of white narcissus , the flame of tulips , the fairy branches of bleeding-heart , the pink-and-snow of little , thorny , single , sweetbreathed early roses . The Old Lady had no fear of discovery , for the flowers that grew in her garden grew in every other Spencervale garden as well , including the Stewart garden . Chris Stewart , when he was teased about the music teacher , merely smiled and held his peace . Chris knew perfectly well who was the real giver of those flowers . He had made it his business to find out when the Mayflower gossip started . But since it was evident Old Lady Lloyd did not wish it to be known , Chris told no one . Chris had always liked Old Lady Lloyd ever since the day , ten years before , when she had found him crying in the woods with a cut foot and had taken him into her house , and bathed and bound the wound , and given him ten cents to buy candy at the store . The Old Lady went without supper that night because of it , but Chris never knew that . The Old Lady thought it a most beautiful June . She no longer hated the new days ; on the contrary , she welcomed them . `` Every day is an uncommon day now , '' she said jubilantly to herself -- for did not almost every day bring her a glimpse of Sylvia ? Even on rainy days the Old Lady gallantly braved rheumatism to hide behind her clump of dripping spruces and watch Sylvia pass . The only days she could not see her were Sundays ; and no Sundays had ever seemed so long to Old Lady Lloyd as those June Sundays did . One day the egg pedlar had news for her . `` The music teacher is going to sing a solo for a collection piece to-morrow , '' he told her . The Old Lady 's black eyes flashed with interest . `` I did n't know Miss Gray was a member of the choir , '' she said . `` Jined two Sundays ago . I tell you , our music is something worth listening to now .
The church 'll be packed to-morrow , I reckon -- her name 's gone all over the country XXXXX singing .
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