She got it up north last summer." Elnora handed her mother a handsome black-walnut frame a foot and a half wide by two long.

It finished a small, shallow glass-covered box of birch bark, to the bottom of which clung a big night moth with delicate pale green wings and long exquisite trailers.
"So you see I did not have to be ashamed of my gifts," said Elnora.

"I made them myself and raised and mounted the moths." "Moth, you call it," said Mrs.Comstock.

"I've seen a few of the things before." "They are numerous around us every June night, or at least they used to be," said Elnora.

"I've sold hundreds of them, with butterflies, dragonflies, and other specimens.