If you watch closely you can see them expand." Presently the moth found a rough projection of bark and clung with its feet, back down, its wings hanging.

The body was an unusual orange red, the tiny wings were gray, striped with the red and splotched here and there with markings of canary yellow.

Mrs.Comstock watched breathlessly.

Presently she slipped from the log and knelt to secure a better view.
"Are its wings developing ?" called Elnora.
"They are growing larger and the markings coming stronger every minute." "Let's watch, too," said Elnora to Philip.
They came and looked over Mrs.Comstock's shoulder.

Lower drooped the gay wings, wider they spread, brighter grew the markings as if laid off in geometrical patterns.