“I would have to be well acquainted with her to know, but I should hope so.  To make a real home for a tired business man is a very different kind of work from that required to be a leader of society.  It demands different talent and education.  Of course, she means to change, or she would not have promised to make a home for you.  I suspect our dope is cool now, let’s go try for some butterflies.”

As they went along the path together Elnora talked of many things but Philip answered absently.  Evidently he was thinking of something else.  But the moth bait recalled him and he was ready for work as they made their way back to the woods.  He wanted to try the Limberlost, but Elnora was firm about remaining on home ground.  She did not tell him that lights hung in the swamp would be a signal to call up a band of men whose presence she dreaded.  So they started, Ammon carrying the dope, Elnora the net, Billy and Mrs. Comstock following with cyanide boxes and lanterns.

First they tried for butterflies and captured several fine ones without trouble.  They also called swarms of ants, bees, beetles, and flies.  When it grew dusk, Mrs. Comstock and Philip went to prepare supper.  Elnora and Billy remained until the butterflies disappeared.  Then they lighted the lanterns, repainted the trees and followed the home trail.

“Do you ’spec you’ll get just a lot of moths?” asked Billy, as he walked beside Elnora.

“I am sure I hardly know,” said the girl.  “This is a new way for me.  Perhaps they will come to the lights, but few moths eat; and I have some doubt about those which the lights attract settling on the right trees.  Maybe the smell of that dope will draw them.  Between us, Billy, I think I like my old way best.  If I can find a hidden moth, slip up and catch it unawares, or take it in full flight, it’s my captive, and I can keep it until it dies naturally.  But this way you seem to get it under false pretences, it has no chance, and it will probably ruin its wings struggling for freedom before morning.”

“Well, any moth ought to be proud to be taken anyway, by you,” said Billy.  “Just look what you do!  You can make everybody love them.  People even quit hating caterpillars when they see you handle them and hear you tell all about them.  You must have some to show people how they are.  It’s not like killing things to see if you can, or because you want to eat them, the way most men kill birds.  I think it is right for you to take enough for collections, to show city people, and to illustrate the Bird Woman’s books.  You go on and take them!  The moths don’t care.  They’re glad to have you.  They like it!”

“Billy, I see your future,” said Elnora.  “We will educate you and send you up to Mr. Ammon to make a great lawyer.  You’d beat the world as a special pleader.  You actually make me feel that I am doing the moths a kindness to take them.”

“And so you are!” cried Billy.  “Why, just from what you have taught them Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret never think of killing a caterpillar until they look whether it’s the beautiful June moth kind, or the horrid tent ones.  That’s what you can do.  You go straight ahead!”