Mrs. Comstock brought him a blue bowl of creamy milk and a plate of
bread. She stopped a passing team and secured a ride to the city for
him, as his exercise of the morning had been too violent, and he was
forced to admit he was tired.
"May I come to-morrow afternoon and hunt moths awhile?" he asked Mrs.
Comstock as he arose. "We will 'sugar' a tree and put a light beside it,
if I can get stuff to make the preparation. Possibly we can take some
that way. I always enjoy moth hunting, I'd like to help Miss Elnora, and
it would be a charity to me. I've got to remain outdoors some place, and
I'm quite sure I'd get well faster here than anywhere else. Please say I
may come."
"I have no objections, if Elnora really would like help," said Mrs.
Comstock.
In her heart she wished he would not come. She wanted her newly found
treasure all to herself, for a time, at least. But Elnora's were eager,
shining eyes. She thought it would be splendid to have help, and great
fun to try book methods for taking moths, so it was arranged. As Philip
rode away, Mrs. Comstock's eyes followed him. "What a nice young man!"
she said.
"He seems fine," agreed Elnora.
"He comes of a good family, too. I've often heard of his father. He is a
great lawyer."
"I am glad he likes it here. I need help. Possibly----"
"Possibly what?"
"We can find many moths."
"What did he mean about the butterflies?"
"That he always had connected them with sunshine, flowers, and fruits,
and thought of them as the most exquisite of creations; then one day he
found some clustering thickly over carrion.
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