It was nearer brown than yellow, and she remembered having seen some like it in the boxes that afternoon.

It was not the one needed to complete the collection, but Elnora might want it, so Mrs.Comstock held on.

Then the Almighty was kind, or nature was sufficient, as you look at it, for following the law of its being when disturbed, the moth again threw the spray by which some suppose it attracts its kind, and liberally sprinkled Mrs.Comstock's dress front and arms.

From that instant, she became the best moth bait ever invented.

Every Polyphemus in range hastened to her, and other fluttering creatures of night followed.