These bushes muss you so you remind me of a sheep poking its nose through a hedge fence." Mrs.Comstock started down the path toward the log again, when she reached it she called sharply: "Elnora, come here! I believe I have found something myself." The "something" was a Citheronia Regalis which had emerged from its case on the soft earth under the log.

It climbed up the wood, its stout legs dragging a big pursy body, while it wildly flapped tiny wings the size of a man's thumb-nail.

Elnora gave one look and a cry which brought Philip.
"That's the rarest moth in America!" he announced.

"Mrs.Comstock, you've gone up head.

You can put that in a box with a screen cover to-night, and attract half a dozen, possibly." "Is it rare, Elnora ?" inquired Mrs.Comstock, as if no one else knew.
"It surely is," answered Elnora.