This time her eyes rested on some books she did not remember having seen before, so she picked up one and found that it was a moth book.

She glanced over the first pages and was soon eagerly reading.

When the text reached the classification of species, she laid it down, took up another and read the introductory chapters.

By that time her brain was in a confused jumble of ideas about capturing moths with differing baits and bright lights.
She went down stairs thinking deeply.

Being unable to sit still and having nothing else to do she glanced at the clock and began preparing supper.