She laughingly left the room and Elnora sat thinking, until she
remembered how hungry she was, so she ate the food, drank the hot
chocolate and began to feel better.

Then the Bird Woman came back and showed Elnora a long printed
slip giving a list of graduated prices for moths, butterflies, and
dragonflies.

"Oh, do you want them!" exulted Elnora. "I have a few and I can get more
by the thousand, with every colour in the world on their wings."

"Yes," said the Bird Woman, "I will buy them, also the big moth
caterpillars that are creeping everywhere now, and the cocoons that they
will spin just about this time. I have a sneaking impression that the
mystery, wonder, and the urge of their pure beauty, are going to force
me to picture and paint our moths and put them into a book for all the
world to see and know. We Limberlost people must not be selfish with
the wonders God has given to us. We must share with those poor cooped-up
city people the best we can. To send them a beautiful book, that is the
way, is it not, little new friend of mine?"

"Yes, oh yes!" cried Elnora. "And please God they find a way to earn the
money to buy the books, as I have those I need so badly."

"I will pay good prices for all the moths you can find," said the Bird
Woman, "because you see I exchange them with foreign collectors. I
want a complete series of the moths of America to trade with a German
scientist, another with a man in India, and another in Brazil. Others I
can exchange with home collectors for those of California and Canada, so