ough to hit.
Your life is not in danger because you have magnificent hair that some
woman would like for an ornament. You will not be stricken out in a
flash because there are a few bits of meat on your frame some one
wants to eat. No one will set a seductive trap for you, and, if you are
tempted to enter it, shut you from freedom and natural diet, in a cage
so small you can't turn around without touching bars. You are in a
secure and free position compared with the birds. I also have observed
that they know guns, many forms of traps, and all of them decide by the
mere manner of a man's passing through the woods whether he is a friend
or an enemy. Birds know more than many people realize. They do not
always correctly estimate gun range, they are foolishly venturesome
at times when they want food, but they know many more things than most
people give them credit for understanding. The greatest trouble with the
birds is they are too willing to trust us and be friendly, so they are
often deceived."

"That sounds as if you were right," said the Girl.

"I am of the woods, so I know I am," answered the Harvester.

"Will you look at this now?"

He examined the drawing closely.

"Where did you learn?" he inquired.

"My mother. She was educated to her finger tips. She drew, painted,
played beautifully, sang well, and she had read almost all the best
books. Besides what I learned at high school she taught me all I know.
Her embroidery always brought higher prices than mine, try as I might. I
never saw any one else make such a dainty, accurate little stitch as she
could."

"If this is not perfect, I don't know how to criticise it. I can and
will use it in my work. But I have one luna cocoon remaining and I would
give ten dollars for such a drawing of the moth before it flies. It may
open to-night or not for several days. If your aunt should be worse
and you cannot come to-morrow and the moth emerges, is there any way in
which I could send it to you?"

"What could I do with it?"

"I thought perhaps you could take a piece of paper and the pencils with
you, and secure an outline in your room. It need not be worked up with
all the detail in this. Merely a skeleton sketch would do. Could I leave
it at the house or send it with some one?"

"No! Oh no!" she cried. "Leave it here. Put it in a box in the bushes
where I hid the books. What are you going to do with these things?"

"Hide them in the thicket and scatter leaves ove