ncle Wesley and I found a hole three times as big as Snap, that he dug
at the roots of a tree."

"We will train him to hunt pupae cases," said Elnora.

"Are you going to the woods this afternoon?" asked Billy.

"Yes," answered Elnora. "Dr. Ammon's nephew from Chicago is visiting in
Onabasha. He is going to show me how men put some sort of compound on
a tree, hang a light beside it, and take moths that way. It will be
interesting to watch and learn."

"May I come?" asked Billy.

"Of course you may come!" answered Elnora.

"Is this nephew of Dr. Ammon a young man?" inquired Margaret.

"About twenty-six, I should think," said Elnora. "He said he had been
out of college and at work in his father's law office three years."

"Does he seem nice?" asked Margaret, and Wesley smiled.

"Finest kind of a person," said Elnora. "He can teach me so much. It
is very interesting to hear him talk. He knows considerable about moths
that will be a help to me. He had a fever and he has to stay outdoors
until he grows strong again."

"Billy, I guess you better help me this afternoon," said Margaret.
"Maybe Elnora had rather not bother with you."

"There's no reason on earth why Billy should not come!" cried Elnora,
and Wesley smiled again.

"I must hurry home or I won't be ready," she added.

Hastening down the road she entered the cabin, her face glowing.

"I thought you never would come," said Mrs. Comstock. "If you don't
hurry Mr. Ammon will be here before you are dressed."

"I forgot about him until just now," said Elnora. "I am not going to
dress. He's not coming to visit. We are only going to the woods for more
specimens. I can't wear anything that requires care. The limbs take the
most dreadful liberties with hair and clothing."

Mrs. Comstock opened her lips, looked at Elnora and closed them. In her
heart she was pleased that the girl was so interested in her work that
she had forgotten Philip Ammon's coming. But it did seem to her that
such a pleasant young man should have been greeted by a girl in a fresh
dress. "If she isn't disposed to primp at the coming of a man, heaven
forbid that I should be the one to start her," thought Mrs. Comstock.

Philip came whistling down the walk between the cinnamon pinks, pansies,
and strawberries. He carried several packages, while his face flushed
with more colour than on the previous day.

"Only see what has happened to me!" cried Elnora, offering her letter.

"I'll wager