pon a shriveled child's body! Corson
Vanderwiller had a broad brow, a head of beautiful, brown, wavy hair,
and a fine mustache. He was probably all of twenty-five years old.

But Nan soon learned that the poor cripple was not grown in mind, more
than in body, to that age. His voice was childish, and his speech and
manner, too. He was bashful with Nan at first; then chattered like a
six-year-old child to her when she had once gained his confidence.

He wheeled himself about in the little express wagon very well indeed,
old Toby having rigged brakes with which he moved the wagon and steered
it. His arms and hands were quite strong, and when he wished to get back
on to the piazza, he seized a rope his grandfather had hung there, and
dragged himself, wagon and all, up the inclined plane, or gangplank, as
it might be called.

He showed Nan all his treasures, and they included some very childish
toys, a number of them showing the mechanical skill of his grandfather's
blunt fingers. But among them, too, were treasures from the swamp and
woods that were both very wonderful and very beautiful.

Old Toby had made Corson a neatly fitted cabinet in which were specimens
of preserved butterflies and moths, most of them of the gay and common
varieties; but some, Nan was almost sure, were rare and valuable. There
was one moth in particular, with spread wings, on the upper side of the
thorax of which was traced in white the semblance of a human skull. Nan
was almost sure that this must be the famous death's-head moth she had
read about in school; but she was not confident enough to say anything
to old Toby Vanderwiller. A few specimens of this rare insect have been
found in the swamps of America, although it was originally supposed to
be an Old World moth.

Nan did say, however, to Toby that perhaps some of these specimens
might be bought by collectors. The pressed flowers were pretty but not
particularly valuable. In the museum at the Tillbury High School there
was a much finer collection from the Indiana swamps.

"Sho!" said Toby, slowly; "I wouldn't wanter sell the boy's pretties. I
brung most on 'em home to him; but he mounted 'em himself."

Nan suspected that old Mrs. Vanderwiller had much to do with the neat
appearance of the cabinet. She was a quiet, almost a speechless, old
lady. But she was very kind and she set out her best for Nan's luncheon
before the girl from Tillbury returned home.

"We ain't got much here on the