She held out the moth as she walked straight to Elnora, who arose to meet her, crying:  “How perfectly splendid!  I don’t even know how to begin to thank you.”

Elnora took the moth.  Edith shook hands with all of them and asked Philip if he were improving.  She said a few polite words to Freckles and the Angel, declined to remain on account of an engagement, and went away, gracefully.

“Well bully for her!” said Mrs. Comstock.  “She’s a little thoroughbred after all!”

“That was a mighty big thing for her to be doing,” said Freckles in a hushed voice.

“If you knew her as well as I do,” said Philip Ammon, “you would have a better conception of what that cost.”

“It was a terror!” cried the Angel.  “I never could have done it.”

“‘Never could have done it!’” echoed Freckles.  “Why, Angel, dear, that is the one thing of all the world you would have done!”

“I have to take care of this,” faltered Elnora, hurrying toward the door to hide the tears which were rolling down her cheeks.

“I must help,” said Philip, disappearing also.  “Elnora,” he called, catching up with her, “take me where I may cry, too.  Wasn’t she great?”

“Superb!” exclaimed Elnora.  “I have no words.  I feel so humbled!”

“So do I,” said Philip.  “I think a brave deed like that always makes one feel so.  Now are you happy?”

“Unspeakably happy!” answered Elnora.