Edith Carr drew a wavering breath. She stretched one hand to him.
"Hold tight, Hart!" she said. "I know they handle these things, but I would quite as soon touch a snake."
Henderson clenched his teeth and held steadily. The moth had emerged too recently to be troublesome. It climbed on her fingers quietly and obligingly clung there without moving. So hand in hand they went down the dark forest path. But when they came to the avenue, the first person they met paused with an ejaculation of wonder. The next stopped also, and every one following. They could make little progress on account of marvelling, interested people. A strange excitement took possession of Edith. She began to feel proud of the creature.
"Do you know," she said to Henderson, "this is growing easier every step. Its clinging is not disagreeable, as I thought it would be. I feel as if I were saving it, protecting it. I am proud that we are taking it to be put into a collection or a book. It seems like doing a thing worth while. Oh, Hart, I wish we could work together at something for which people would care as they seem to for this. Hear what they say! See them lift their little children to look at it!"
"Edith, if you don't stop," said Henderson, "I will take you in my arms, and kiss the face half off you, here on the avenue. You are adorable!"
"Don't you dare!" laughed Edith Carr. The colour rushed to her cheeks and a new light leaped in her eyes. "Oh, Hart!" she cried. "Let's work! Let's do some-
