"In a mad fit, I trampled one this morning, and by the luck of the old boy himself it was the last moth she needed to complete a collection.

I got to get another one or die." "Then I guess it's your funeral," said Pete.

"There ain't a chance in a dozen the right one will come.

What colour was it ?" "Yellow, and big as a bird." "The Emperor, likely," said Pete.

"You dig for that kind, and they are not numerous, so's 'at you can smash 'em for fun." "Well, I can try to get one, anyway," said Mrs.Comstock.