There's the place, and thank goodness,
there is a crowd."
"You darling!" whispered Henderson as they passed up the walk. Her face
was rose-flushed with excitement and her eyes shone.
"Hello, everyone!" she cried as she came on the wide veranda. "Only
see what we found up in the forest! We thought you might like to have it
for some of your collections."
She held out the moth as she walked straight to Elnora, who arose to
meet her, crying: "How perfectly splendid! I don't even know how to
begin to thank you."
Elnora took the moth. Edith shook hands with all of them and asked
Philip if he were improving. She said a few polite words to Freckles
and the Angel, declined to remain on account of an engagement, and went
away, gracefully.
"Well bully for her!" said Mrs. Comstock. "She's a little thoroughbred
after all!"
"That was a mighty big thing for her to be doing," said Freckles in a
hushed voice.
"If you knew her as well as I do," said Philip Ammon, "you would have a
better conception of what that cost."
"It was a terror!" cried the Angel. "I never could have done it."
"'Never could have done it!'" echoed Freckles. "Why, Angel, dear, that
is the one thing of all the world you would have done!"
"I have to take care of this," faltered Elnora, hurrying toward the door
to hide the tears which were rolling down her cheeks.
"I must help," said Philip, disappearing also. "Elnora," he called,
catching up with her, "take me where I may cry, too.
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