I know a moth!" "I've kept things from you," said Elnora, "because I didn't dare confide in you.

You had no sympathy with me.

But you know I never told you untruths in all my life." "It's no moth!" reiterated Mrs.Comstock.
"It is!" cried Elnora.

"It's from a case in the ground.

Its wings take two or three hours to expand and harden." "If I had known it was a moth----" Mrs.Comstock wavered.
"You did know! I told you! I begged you to stop! It meant just three hundred dollars to me." "Bah! Three hundred fiddlesticks!" "They are what have paid for books, tuition, and clothes for the past four years.