"She just took away about a fourth of the moths.

Probably had the Comstock girl getting them for her.

Heard they were together.

Likely she'll get the rest to-morrow.

Ain't picking gettin' bare these days ?" "Well, I should say so," said the second man, turning back in disgust.
"Coming home, now ?" "No, I am going down this way," answered Pete, for his eyes caught the gleam from the window of the Comstock cabin, and he had a desire to learn why Elnora's attic was lighted at that hour.
He slouched down the road, occasionally feeling the size of the roll he had not taken time to count.
The attic was too long, the light too near the other end, and the cabin stood much too far back from the road.