Mrs. Comstock was allowed to think that Elnora delivered the moths
when she made the trip. If she had told her what actually happened, the
chances were that Mrs. Comstock again would have taken possession of the
Limberlost, hunting there until she replaced all the moths that had been
destroyed. But Elnora knew from experience what it meant to collect such
a list in pairs. It would require steady work for at least two summers
to replace the lost moths. When she left the Bird Woman she went to the
president of the Onabasha schools and asked him to do all in his power
to secure her a room in one of the ward buildings.

The next morning the last moth was mounted, and the housework finished.
Elnora said to her mother, "If you don't mind, I believe I will go into
the woods pasture beside Sleepy Snake Creek and see if I can catch some
dragonflies or moths."

"Wait until I get a knife and a pail and I will go along," answered Mrs.
Comstock. "The dandelions are plenty tender for greens among the deep
grasses, and I might just happen to see something myself. My eyes are
pretty sharp."

"I wish you could realize how young you are," said Elnora. "I know women
in Onabasha who are ten years older than you, yet they look twenty years
younger. So could you, if you would dress your hair becomingly, and wear
appropriate clothes."

"I think my hair puts me in the old woman class permanently," said Mrs.
Comstock.

"Well, it doesn't!" cried Elnora. "There is a woman of twenty-eight who
has hair as white as yours from sick headaches, but her face is young