He was not making the slightest attempt to conceal his admiration.
"I wonder if a woman ever did anything lovelier than to find a pair of Luna moths on a forest path, early on a perfect June morning," he said to Mrs.Comstock, when he returned the box.
She glanced at Elnora who was intently searching the bushes.
"Look here, young man," said Mrs.Comstock.

"You seem to find that girl of mine about right." "I could suggest no improvement," said Philip.

"I never saw a more attractive girl anywhere.

She seems absolutely perfect to me." "Then suppose you don't start any scheme calculated to spoil her!" proposed Mrs.Comstock dryly.

"I don't think you can, or that any man could, but I'm not taking any risks.