Then they started back to the cabin, Elnora and Philip leading the way; Mrs.Comstock followed slowly, stepping with great care lest she stumble and injure the moth.
Her face wore a look of comprehension, in her eyes was an exalted light.
On she came to the blue-bordered pool lying beside her path.
A turtle scrambled from a log and splashed into the water, while a red-wing shouted, "O-ka-lee!" to her.

Mrs.Comstock paused and looked intently at the slime-covered quagmire, framed in a flower riot and homed over by sweet-voiced birds.

Then she gazed at the thing of incomparable beauty clinging to her fingers and said softly: "If you had known about wonders like these in the days of your youth, Robert Comstock, could you ever have done what you did ?" Elnora missed her mother, and turning to look for her, saw her standing beside the pool.

Would the old fascination return?
A panic of fear seized the girl.

She went back swiftly.
"Are you afraid she is going ?" Elnora asked.