box he
had fixed for Freckles, and gave me the key. There were some books and
things, so from that time on I studied and tried to take moths right,
but I am afraid they are not what you want."

"Are they the big ones that fly mostly in June nights?" asked the Bird
Woman.

"Yes," said Elnora. "Big gray ones with reddish markings, pale
blue-green, yellow with lavender, and red and yellow."

"What do you mean by 'red and yellow?'" asked the Bird Woman so quickly
that the girl almost jumped.

"Not exactly red," explained Elnora, with tremulous voice. "A reddish,
yellowish brown, with canary-coloured spots and gray lines on their
wings."

"How many of them?" It was the same quick question.

"I had over two hundred eggs," said Elnora, "but some of them didn't
hatch, and some of the caterpillars died, but there must be at least a
hundred perfect ones."

"Perfect! How perfect?" cried the Bird Woman.

"I mean whole wings, no down gone, and all their legs and antennae,"
faltered Elnora.

"Young woman, that's the rarest moth in America," said the Bird Woman
solemnly. "If you have a hundred of them, they are worth a hundred
dollars according to my list. I can use all that are not damaged."

"What if they are not pinned right," quavered Elnora.

"If they are perfect, that does not make the slightest difference. I
know how to soften them so that I can put them into any shape I choose.
Where are they? When may I see them?"

"They are in Freckles's old case in the Limberlost," said Elnora. "I
couldn't carry many for fear of breaking them, but I could bring a few
after school."

"You come here at four," said the Bird Woman, "and we will drive out
with some specimen boxes, and a price list, and see what you have to
sell. Are they your very own? Are you free to part with them?"

"They are mine," said Elnora. "No one but God knows I have them. Mr.
Duncan gave me the books and the box. He told Freckles about me, and
Freckles told him to give me all he left. He said for me to stick to the
swamp and be brave, and my hour would come, and it has! I know most of
them are all right, and oh, I do need the money!"

"Could you tell me?" asked the Bird Woman softly.

"You see the swamp and all the fields around it are so full," explained
Elnora. "Every day I felt smaller and smaller, and I wanted to know more
and more, and pretty soon I grew desperate, just as Freckles did. But
I am better off than he was, for I have his books,