y ladened as he went up the bank, and it
was only one o'clock. There was an hour. He rolled away the log, raked
together and removed the leaves to the ground. He tramped the earth
level and spread a large cheap porch rug. On this he opened and placed
a little folding table and chair. On the table he spread the pencils,
paper, colour box and brushes, and went to the river to fill the water
cup. Then he sat on the log he had rolled to one side and waited. After
two hours he arose and crept as close the house as he could through the
woods, but he could not secure a glimpse of the Girl. He went back and
waited an hour more, and then undid his work and removed it. When he
came to the moth his face was very grim as he lifted the twig and helped
the beautiful creature to climb on a limb. "You'll be ready to fly in
a few hours," he said. "If I keep you in a box you will ruin your wings
and be no suitable subject, and put you in a cyanide jar I will not. I
am hurt too badly myself. I wonder if what Doc said was the right way!
It's certainly a temptation."

Then he went home; and again Betsy veered at the hospital, and once more
the Harvester explained to her that he did not want to see the doctor.
That evening and the following forenoon were difficult, but the
Harvester lived through them, and in the afternoon went back to the
woods, spread his rug, and set up the table. Only one streak of luck
brightened the gloom in his heart. A yellow emperor had emerged in the
night, and now occupied the place of yesterday's luna. She never need
know it was not the one he wanted, and it would make an excuse for the
colour box.

He was watching intently and saw her coming a long way off. He noticed
that she looked neither right nor left, but came straight as if walking
a bridge. As she reached the place she glanced hastily around and then
at him. The Harvester forgave her everything as he saw the look of
relief with which she stepped upon the carpet. Then she turned to him.

"I won't have to ask 'why' this time," she said. "I know that you did it
because I was baby enough to tell what a coward I am. I'm sure you
can't afford it, and I know you shouldn't have done it, but oh, what a
comfort! If you will promise never to do any such expensive, foolish,
kind thing again, I'll say thank you this time. I couldn't come
yesterday, because Aunt Molly was worse and Uncle Henry was at home all
day."

"I supposed it was something like that," said th