"Billy, I see your future," said Elnora. "We will educate you and send
you up to Mr. Ammon to make a great lawyer. You'd beat the world as a
special pleader. You actually make me feel that I am doing the moths a
kindness to take them."

"And so you are!" cried Billy. "Why, just from what you have taught
them Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret never think of killing a caterpillar
until they look whether it's the beautiful June moth kind, or the horrid
tent ones. That's what you can do. You go straight ahead!"

"Billy, you are a jewel!" cried Elnora, throwing her arm across his
shoulders as they came down the path.

"My, I was scared!" said Billy with a deep breath.

"Scared?" questioned Elnora.

"Yes sir-ee! Aunt Margaret scared me. May I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you may!"

"Is that man going to be your beau?"

"Billy! No! What made you think such a thing?"

"Aunt Margaret said likely he would fall in love with you, and you
wouldn't want me around any more. Oh, but I was scared! It isn't so, is
it?"

"Indeed, no!"