Straight toward the light it flew.
Mrs.Comstock began to pray aloud.
"This way, O Lord! Make it come this way! Please! O Lord, send it lower!" The moth hesitated at the first light, then slowly, easily it came toward the second, as if following a path of air.

It touched a leaf near the lantern and settled.

As Mrs.Comstock reached for it a thin yellow spray wet her hand and the surrounding leaves.

When its wings raised above its back, her fingers came together.

She held the moth to the light.