Mrs.Comstock turned her face to Philip.
"Am I an old fool, or do you feel it, too ?" she half whispered.
"You are wiser than you ever have been before," answered he.

"I feel it, also." "And I," breathed Elnora.
The moth spread its wings, shivered them tremulously, opening and closing them rapidly.

Philip handed the box to Elnora.
She shook her head.
"I can't take that one," she said.

"Give her freedom." "But, Elnora," protested Mrs.Comstock, "I don't want to let her go.
She's mine.

She's the first one I ever found this way.