第83章 CHAPTER XVII(2)

She found Elnora and Philip near the violet patch,which was still in its prime.They all lunched together in the shade of a wild crab thicket,with flowers spread at their feet,and the gold orioles streaking the air with flashes of light and trailing ecstasy behind them,while the red-wings,as always,asked the most impertinent questions.

Then Mrs.Comstock carried the basket back to the cabin,and Philip and Elnora sat on a log,resting a few minutes.

They had unexpected luck,and both were eager to continue the search.

"Do you remember your promise about these violets?"asked he."To-morrow is Edith's birthday,and if I'd put them special delivery on the morning train,she'd get them in the late afternoon.They ought to keep that long.She leaves for the North next day.""Of course,you may have them,"said Elnora."We will quit long enough before supper to gather a large bunch.

They can be packed so they will carry all right.

They should be perfectly fresh,especially if we gather them this evening and let them drink all night."Then they went back to hunt Catocalae.It was a long and a happy search.It led them into new,unexplored nooks of the woods,past a red-poll nest,and where goldfinches prospected for thistledown for the cradles they would line a little later.It led them into real forest,where deep,dark pools lay,where the hermit thrush and the wood robin extracted the essence from all other bird melody,and poured it out in their pure bell-tone notes.It seemed as if every old gray tree-trunk,slab of loose bark,and prostrate log yielded the flashing gray treasures;while of all others they seemed to take alarm most easily,and be most difficult to capture.

Philip came to Elnora at dusk,daintily holding one by the body,its dark wings showing and its long slender legs trying to clasp his fingers and creep from his hold.

"Oh for mercy's sake!"cried Elnora,staring at him.

"I half believe it!"exulted Ammon.

"Did you ever see one?"

"Only in collections,and very seldom there."Elnora studied the black wings intently."I surely believe that's Sappho,"she marvelled."The Bird Woman will be overjoyed.""We must get the cyanide jar quickly,"said Philip.

"I wouldn't lose her for anything.Such a chase as she led me!"Elnora brought the jar and began gathering up paraphernalia.

"When you make a find like that,"she said,"it's the right time to quit and feel glorious all the rest of that day.I tell you I'm proud!We will go now.We have barely time to carry out our plans before supper.

Won't mother be pleased to see that we have a rare one?""I'd like to see any one more pleased than I am!"said Philip Ammon."I feel as if I'd earned my supper to-night.

Let's go."

He took the greater part of the load and stepped aside for Elnora to precede him.She followed the path,broken by the grazing cattle,toward the cabin and nearest the violet patch she stopped,laid down her net,and the things she carried.Philip passed her and hurried straight toward the back gate.

"Aren't you going to----?"began Elnora.

"I'm going to get this moth home in a hurry,"he said.

"This cyanide has lost its strength,and it's not working well.We need some fresh in the jar."He had forgotten the violets!Elnora stood looking after him,a curious expression on her face.One second so--then she picked up the net and followed.At the blue-bordered pool she paused and half turned back,then she closed her lips firmly and went on.It was nine o'clock when Philip said good-bye,and started to town.His gay whistle floated to them from the farthest corner of the Limberlost.Elnora complained of being tired,so she went to her room and to bed.But sleep would not come.

Thought was racing in her brain and the longer she lay the wider awake she grew.At last she softly slipped from bed,lighted her lamp and began opening boxes.Then she went to work.Two hours later a beautiful birch bark basket,strongly and artistically made,stood on her table.

She set a tiny alarm clock at three,returned to bed and fell asleep instantly with a smile on her lips.

She was on the floor with the first tinkle of the alarm,and hastily dressing,she picked up the basket and a box to fit it,crept down the stairs,and out to the violet patch.

She was unafraid as it was growing light,and lining the basket with damp mosses she swiftly began picking,with practised hands,the best of the flowers.She scarcely could tell which were freshest at times,but day soon came creeping over the Limberlost and peeped at her.The robins awoke all their neighbours,and a babel of bird notes filled the air.The dew was dripping,while the first strong rays of light fell on a world in which Elnora worshipped.

When the basket was filled to overflowing,she set it in the stout pasteboard box,packed it solid with mosses,tied it firmly and slipped under the cord a note she had written the previous night.

Then she took a short cut across the woods and walked swiftly to Onabasha.It was after six o'clock,but all of the city she wished to avoid were asleep.She had no trouble in finding a small boy out,and she stood at a distance waiting while he rang Dr.Ammon's bell and delivered the package for Philip to a maid,with the note which was to be given him at once.

On the way home through the woods passing some baited trees she collected the captive moths.She entered the kitchen with them so naturally that Mrs.Comstock made no comment.After breakfast Elnora went to her room,cleared away all trace of the night's work and was out in the arbour mounting moths when Philip came down the road."I am tired sitting,"she said to her mother.

"I think I will walk a few rods and meet him.""Who's a trump?"he called from afar.