Then she took a short cut across the woods and walked swiftly to
Onabasha. It was after six o'clock, but all of the city she wished to
avoid were asleep. She had no trouble in finding a small boy out, and
she stood at a distance waiting while he rang Dr. Ammon's bell and
delivered the package for Philip to a maid, with the note which was to
be given him at once.
On the way home through the woods passing some baited trees she
collected the captive moths. She entered the kitchen with them so
naturally that Mrs. Comstock made no comment. After breakfast Elnora
went to her room, cleared away all trace of the night's work and was out
in the arbour mounting moths when Philip came down the road. "I am tired
sitting," she said to her mother. "I think I will walk a few rods and
meet him."
"Who's a trump?" he called from afar.
"Not you!" retorted Elnora. "Confess that you forgot!"
"Completely!" said Philip. "But luckily it would not have been fatal. I
wrote Polly last week to send Edith something appropriate to-day, with
my card. But that touch from the woods will be very effective. Thank you
more than I can say. Aunt Anna and I unpacked it to see the basket, and
it was a beauty. She says you are always doing such things."
"Well, I hope not!" laughed Elnora. "If you'd seen me sneaking out
before dawn, not to awaken mother and coming in with moths to make
her think I'd been to the trees, you'd know it was a most especial
occasion.
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