"You are angry," faltered Elnora.

His look came back to her as she knelt before him among the flowers and
he gazed at her steadily.

"No doubt I should be," he said, "but the fact is I am not. I cannot
understand a life purely for personal pleasure myself. But she is only
a girl, and this is her playtime. When she is a woman in her own home,
then she will be different, will she not?"

Elnora never resembled her mother so closely as when she answered that
question.

"I would have to be well acquainted with her to know, but I should hope
so. To make a real home for a tired business man is a very different
kind of work from that required to be a leader of society. It demands
different talent and education. Of course, she means to change, or she
would not have promised to make a home for you. I suspect our dope is
cool now, let's go try for some butterflies."

As they went along the path together Elnora talked of many things but
Philip answered absently. Evidently he was thinking of something else.
But the moth bait recalled him and he was ready for work as they made
their way back to the woods. He wanted to try the Limberlost, but Elnora
was firm about remaining on home ground. She did not tell him that
lights hung in the swamp would be a signal to call up a band of men
whose presence she dreaded. So they started, Ammon carrying the dope,
Elnora the net, Billy and Mrs. Comstock following with cyanide boxes and
lanterns.