of those lovely pale red cocoons described in the books. I suspect it
comes from having been in a dark place and screened from the weather."

"Is that so?" cried the man. "Wait a minute. I've never seen one. I
suppose it's a Cecropia, from the location."

"Of course," said Elnora. "It's so cool here the moth hasn't emerged.
The cocoon is a big, baggy one, and it is as red as fox tail."

"What luck!" he cried. "Are you making a collection?"

He reeled in his line, laid his rod across a bush and climbed the
embankment to Elnora's side, produced a knife and began the work of
whittling a deep groove around the cocoon.

"Yes. I paid my way through the high school in Onabasha with them. Now I
am starting a collection which means college."

"Onabasha!" said the man. "That is where I am visiting. Possibly you
know my people--Dr. Ammon's? The doctor is my uncle. My home is in
Chicago. I've been having typhoid fever, something fierce. In the
hospital six weeks. Didn't gain strength right, so Uncle Doc sent for
me. I am to live out of doors all summer, and exercise until I get in
condition again. Do you know my uncle?"

"Yes. He is Aunt Margaret's doctor, and he would be ours, only we are
never ill."

"Well, you look it!" said the man, appraising Elnora at a glance.