"
"Then Philip understood two things: Elnora's mother did not know of the
early morning trip to the city, and the girl had come to meet him to
tell him so.
"You were a brick to do it!" he whispered as he closed the gate behind
them. "I'll never forget you for it. Thank you ever so much."
"I did not do that for you," said Elnora tersely. "I did it mostly to
preserve my own self-respect. I saw you were forgetting. If I did it for
anything besides that, I did it for her."
"Just look what I've brought!" said Philip, entering the arbour and
greeting Mrs. Comstock. "Borrowed it of the Bird Woman. And it isn't
hers. A rare edition of Catocalae with coloured plates. I told her the
best I could, and she said to try for Sappho here. I suspect the Bird
Woman will be out presently. She was all excitement."
Then they bent over the book together and with the mounted moth before
them determined her family. The Bird Woman did come later, and carried
the moth away, to put into a book and Elnora and Philip were freshly
filled with enthusiasm.
So these days were the beginning of the weeks that followed. Six of them
flying on Time's wings, each filled to the brim with interest. After
June, the moth hunts grew less frequent; the fields and woods were
searched for material for Elnora's grade work. The most absorbing
occupation they found was in carrying out Mrs. Comstock's suggestion
to learn the vital thing for which each month was distinctive, and make
that the key to the nature work.
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