I know!" answered Philip. "Isn't it great! Every one in
Onabasha is talking about it. At last there is something new under the
sun. All of them are pleased. They think you'll make a big success. This
will give an incentive to work. In a few days more I'll be myself again,
and we'll overturn the fields and woods around here."

He went on to congratulate Mrs. Comstock.

"Aren't you proud of her, though?" he asked. "You should hear what folks
are saying! They say she created the necessity for the position, and
every one seems to feel that it is a necessity. Now, if she succeeds,
and she will, all of the other city schools will have such departments,
and first thing you know she will have made the whole world a little
better. Let me rest a few seconds; my feet are acting up again. Then we
will cook the moth compound and put it to cool."

He laughed as he sat breathing shortly.

"It doesn't seem possible that a fellow could lose his strength like
this. My knees are actually trembling, but I'll be all right in a
minute. Uncle Doc said I could come. I told him how you took care of me,
and he said I would be safe here."

Then he began unwrapping packages and explaining to Mrs. Comstock how
to cook the compound to attract the moths. He followed her into the
kitchen, kindled the fire, and stirred the preparation as he talked.
While the mixture cooled, he and Elnora walked through the vegetable
garden behind the cabin and strayed from there into the woods.

"What about college?" he asked. "Miss Brownlee said you were going."

"I had hoped to," replied Elnora, "but I had a streak of dreadful luck,
so I'll have to wait until next year. If you won't speak of it, I'll
tell you."

Philip promised, so Elnora recited the history of the Yellow Emperor.
She was so interested in doing the Emperor justice she did not notice
how many personalities went into the story. A few pertinent questions
told him the remainder. He looked at the girl in wonder. In face and
form she was as lovely as any one of her age and type he ever had seen.
Her school work far surpassed that of most girls of her age he knew.
She differed in other ways. This vast store of learning she had
gathered from field and forest was a wealth of attraction no other girl
possessed. Her frank, matter-of-fact manner was an inheritance from her
mother, but there was something more. Once, as they talked he thought
"sympathy" was the word to describe it and again "comprehension