her daily conversation that she knows half as much really worth
knowing as you do, but she's ahead of you miles on fun."

"Oh, we had some good times in the high school," said Elnora. "Life
hasn't been all work and study. Is Edith Carr a college girl?"

"No. She is the very selectest kind of a private boarding-school girl."

"Who is she?" asked Mrs. Comstock.

Philip opened his lips.

"She is a girl in Chicago, that Mr. Ammon knows very well," said Elnora.
"She is beautiful and rich, and a friend of his sister's. Or, didn't you
say that?"

"I don't remember, but she is," said Philip. "This moth needs an alcohol
bath to remove the dope."

"Won't the down come, too?" asked Elnora anxiously.

"No. You watch and you will see it come out, as Polly would say, 'a
perfectly good' moth."

"Is your sister younger than you?" inquired Elnora.

"Yes," said Philip, "but she is three years older than you. She is the
dearest sister in all the world. I'd love to see her now."

"Why don't you send for her," suggested Elnora. "Perhaps she'd like to
help us catch moths."

"Yes, I think Polly in a Virot hat, Picot embroidered frock and
three-inch heels would take more moths than any one who ever tried the
Limberlost," laughed Philip.

"Well, you find many of them, and you are her brother."

"Yes, but that is different. Father was reared in Onabasha, and he loved
the country. He trained me his way and mother took charge of Polly. I
don't quite understand it. Mother is a great home body herself, but she
did succeed in making Polly strictly ornamental."

"Does Tom Levering need a 'strictly ornamental' girl?"

"You are too matter of fact! Too 'strictly' material. He needs a darling
girl who will love him plenty, and Polly is that."

"Well, then, does the Limberlost need a 'strictly ornamental' girl?"

"No!" cried Philip. "You are ornament enough for the Limberlost. I have
changed my mind. I don't want Polly here. She would not enjoy catching
moths, or anything we do."

"She might," persisted Elnora. "You are her brother, and surely you care
for these things."

"The argument does not hold," said Philip. "Polly and I do not like the
same things when we are at home, but we are very fond of each other. The
member of my family who would go crazy about this is my father. I wish
he could come, if only for a week. I'd send for him, but he is tied up
in preparing some papers for a great corporation case this summer. He
likes th