u get Kate Comstock started, you can't stop her. There's
a wagon load of penned-up force in her. Dancing in the moonlight! Well,
I'll be hanged!"

Billy was at his side instantly. "Whoever does it will have to hang me,
too," he cried.

Sinton threw his arm around Billy and drew him closely. "Tell us all
about it, son," he said. Billy told. "And when Elnora just stopped
a breath, 'Can't you play some of the old things I knew when I was a
girl?' said her ma. Then Elnora began to do a thing that made you
want to whirl round and round, and quicker 'an scat there was her ma
a-whirling. The city man, he ups and grabs her and whirls, too, and back
in the woods I was going just like they did. Elnora begins to laugh, and
I ran to tell you, cos I knew you'd like to know. Now, all the world is
right, ain't it?" ended Billy in supreme satisfaction.

"You just bet it is!" said Wesley.

Billy looked steadily at Margaret. "Is it, Aunt Margaret?"

Margaret Sinton smiled at him bravely.

An hour later when Billy was ready to climb the stairs to his room, he
went to Margaret to say good night. He leaned against her an instant,
then brought his lips to her ear. "Wish I could get your little girls
back for you!" he whispered and dashed toward the stairs.

Down at the Comstock cabin the violin played on until Elnora was so
tired she scarcely could lift the bow. Then Philip went home. The women
walked to the gate with him, and stood watching him from sight.

"That's what I call one decent young man!" said Mrs. Comstock. "To see
him fit in with us, you'd think he'd been brought up in a cabin; but
it's likely he's always had the very cream o' the pot."

"Yes, I think so," laughed Elnora, "but it hasn't hurt him. I've
never seen anything I could criticise. He's teaching me so much,
unconsciously. You know he graduated from Harvard, and has several
degrees in law. He's coming in the morning, and we are going to put in a
big day on Catocalae."

"Which is----?"

"Those gray moths with wings that fold back like big flies, and they
appear as if they had been carved from old wood. Then, when they fly,
the lower wings flash out and they are red and black, or gold and black,
or pink and black, or dozens of bright, beautiful colours combined with
black. No one ever has classified all of them and written their complete
history, unless the Bird Woman is doing it now. She wants everything she
can get about them."

"I remember," said Mrs. Com