that the girl almost jumped.

"Not exactly red," explained Elnora, with tremulous voice. "A reddish,
yellowish brown, with canary-coloured spots and gray lines on their
wings."

"How many of them?" It was the same quick question.

"I had over two hundred eggs," said Elnora, "but some of them didn't
hatch, and some of the caterpillars died, but there must be at least a
hundred perfect ones."

"Perfect! How perfect?" cried the Bird Woman.

"I mean whole wings, no down gone, and all their legs and antennae,"
faltered Elnora.

"Young woman, that's the rarest moth in America," said the Bird Woman
solemnly. "If you have a hundred of them, they are worth a hundred
dollars according to my list. I can use all that are not damaged."

"What if they are not pinned right," quavered Elnora.

"If they are perfect, that does not make the slightest difference. I
know how to soften them so that I can put them into any shape I choose.
Where are they? When may I see them?"

"They are in Freckles's old case in the Limberlost," said Elnora. "I
couldn't carry many for fear of breaking them, but I could bring a few
after school."