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express；　when　the　last　note　fell　and　the　girl　laid　the

violin　in　the　case；　closed　the　door；　locked　it　and　hid　the

key　in　the　rotting　wood　at　the　end　of　a　log。　　Then　she　came

to　him。　　Philip　stood　looking　at　her　curiously。



〃I　wonder；〃　he　said；　〃what　people　would　say　to　that？〃



〃I　played　that　in　public　once；〃　said　Elnora。　　〃I　think

they　liked　it；　fairly　well。　　I　had　a　note　yesterday　offering

me　the　leadership　of　the　high　school　orchestra　in　Onabasha。　

I　can　take　it　as　well　as　not。　　None　of　my　talks　to　the

grades　come　the　first　thing　in　the　morning。　　I　can　play

a　few　minutes　in　the　orchestra　and　reach　the　rooms　in

plenty　of　time。　　It　will　be　more　work　that　I　love；　and　like

finding　the　money。　　I　would　gladly　play　for　nothing；

merely　to　be　able　to　express　myself。〃



〃With　some　people　it　makes　a　regular　battlefield　of　the

human　heartthis　struggle　for　self…expression；〃　said　Philip。　

〃You　are　going　to　do　beautiful　work　in　the　world；　and　do

it　well。　　When　I　realize　that　your　violin　belonged　to　your

father；　that　he　played　it　before　you　were　born；　and

it　no　doubt　affected　your　mother　strongly；　and　then　couple

with　that　the　years　you　have　roamed　these　fields　and

swamps　finding　in　nature　all　you　had　to　lavish　your　heart

upon；　I　can　see　how　you　evolved。　　I　understand　what　you

mean　by　self…expression。　　I　know　something　of　what　you

have　to　express。　　The　world　never　so　wanted　your　message

as　it　does　now。　　It　is　hungry　for　the　things　you　know。　

I　can　see　easily　how　your　position　came　to　you。　　What　you

have　to　give　is　taught　in　no　college；　and　I　am　not　sure　but

you　would　spoil　yourself　if　you　tried　to　run　your　mind

through　a　set　groove　with　hundreds　of　others。　　I　never

thought　I　should　say　such　a　thing　to　any　one；　but　I　do　say

to　you；　and　I　honestly　believe　it；　give　up　the　college　idea。　

Your　mind　does　not　need　that　sort　of　development。　　Stick　close

to　your　work　in　the　woods。　　You　are　becoming　so　infinitely

greater　on　it；　than　the　best　college　girl　I　ever　knew；

that　there　is　no　comparison。　　When　you　have　money　to

spend；　take　that　violin　and　go　to　one　of　the　world's　great

masters　and　let　the　Limberlost　sing　to　him；　if　he　thinks　he

can　improve　it；　very　well。　　I　have　my　doubts。〃



〃Do　you　really　mean　that　you　would　give　up　all　idea　of

going　to　college；　in　my　place？〃



〃I　really　mean　it；〃　said　Philip。　　〃If　I　now　held　the

money　in　my　hands　to　send　you；　and　could　give　it　to　you

in　some　way　you　would　accept　I　would　not。　　I　do　not

know　why　it　is　the　fate　of　the　world　always　to　want

something　different　from　what　life　gives　them。　　If　you

only　could　realize　it；　my　girl；　you　are　in　college；　and

have　been　always。　　You　are　in　the　school　of　experience；

and　it　has　taught　you　to　think；　and　given　you　a　heart。　

God　knows　I　envy　the　man　who　wins　it！　　You　have　been　in

the　college　of　the　Limberlost　all　your　life；　and　I　never

met　a　graduate　from　any　other　institution　who　could　begin

to　compare　with　you　in　sanity；　clarity；　and　interesting　knowledge。　

I　wouldn't　even　advise　you　to　read　too　many　books　on　your　lines。　

You　acquire　your　material　first　hand；　and　you　know　that

you　are　right。　　What　you　should　do　is　to　begin　early

to　practise　self…expression。　　Don't　wait　too　long　to　tell　us

about　the　woods　as　you　know　them。〃



〃Follow　the　course　of　the　Bird　Woman；　you　mean？〃

asked　Elnora。



〃In　your　own　way；　with　your　own　light。　　She　won't

live　forever。　　You　are　younger；　and　you　will　be　ready

to　begin　where　she　ends。　　The　swamp　has　given　you　all

you　need　so　far；　now　you　give　it　to　the　world　in　payment。　

College　be　confounded！　　Go　to　work　and　show　people

what　there　is　in　you！〃



Not　until　then　did　he　remember　Mrs。　Comstock。



〃Should　we　go　out　to　the　trail　and　see　if　your　mother　is

coming？〃　he　asked。



〃Here　she　is　now；〃　said　Elnora。　　〃Gracious；　it's　a　mercy

I　got　that　violin　put　away　in　time！　　I　didn't　expect　her

so　soon；〃　whispered　the　girl　as　she　turned　and　went

toward　her　mother。　　Mrs。　Comstock's　expression　was　peculiar

as　she　looked　at　Elnora。



〃I　forgot　that　you　were　making　sun…preserves　and　they

didn't　require　much　cooking；〃　she　said。　　〃We　should　have

waited　for　you。〃



〃Not　at　all！〃　answered　Mrs。　Comstock。　　〃Have　you

found　anything　yet？〃



〃Nothing　that　I　can　show　you；〃　said　Elnora。　　〃I　am

almost　sure　I　have　found　an　idea　that　will　revolutionize

the　whole　course　of　my　work；　thought；　and　ambitions。〃



〃‘Ambitions！'　　My；　what　a　hefty　word！〃　laughed　Mrs。　Comstock。　

〃Now　who　would　suspect　a　little　red…haired　country　girl

of　harbouring　such　a　deadly　germ　in　her　body？　　Can　you　tell

mother　about　it？〃



〃Not　if　you　talk　to　me　that　way；　I　can't；〃　said　Elnora。



〃Well；　I　guess　we　better　let　ambition　lie。　　I've　always

heard　it　was　safest　asleep。　　If　you　ever　get　a　bona　fide

attack；　it　will　be　time　to　attend　it。　　Let's　hunt　specimens。　

It　is　June。　　Philip　and　I　are　in　the　grades。　　You　have　an

hour　to　put　an　idea　into　our　heads　that　will　stick　for　a　lifetime；

and　grow　for　good。　　That's　the　way　I　look　at　your　job。　　Now；　what

are　you　going　to　give　us？　　We　don't　want　any　old　silly　stuff

that　has　been　hashed　over　and　over；　we　want　a　big　new　idea

to　plant　in　our　hearts。　　Come　on；　Miss　Teacher；　what　is　the

boiled…down；　double…distilled　essence　of　June？　　Give　it　to

us　strong。　　We　are　large　enough　to　furnish　it　developing　ground。　

Hurry　up！　　Time　is　short　and　we　are　waiting。　　What　is　the

miracle　of　June？　　What　one　thing　epitomizes　the　whole　month；

and　makes　it　just　a　little　different　from　any　other？〃



〃The　birth　of　these　big　night　moths；〃　said　Elnora　promptly。



Philip　clapped　his　hands。　　The　tears　started　to　Mrs。

Comstock's　eyes。　　She　took　Elnora　in　her　arms；　and　kissed

her　forehead。



〃You'll　do！〃　she　said。　　〃June　is　June；　not　because　it

has　bloom；　bird；　fruit；　or　flower；　exclusive　to　it　alone。



It's　half　May　and　half　July　in　all　of　them。　　But　to　me；

it's　just　June；　when　it　comes　to　these　great；　velvet…winged

night　moths　which　sweep　its　moonlit　skies；　consummating

their　scheme　of　creation；　and　dropping　like　a　bloomed…

out　flower。　　Give　them　moths　for　June。　　Then　make　that

the　basis　of　your　year's　work。　　Find　the　distinctive　feature

of　each　month；　the　one　thing　which　marks　it　a　time　apart；

and　hit　them　squarely　between　the　eyes　with　it。　　Even　the

babies　of　the　lowest　grades　can　comprehend　moths　when

they　see　a　few　emerge；　and　learn　their　history；　as　it　can　be

lived　before　them。　　You　should　show　your　specimens　in

pairs；　then　their　eggs；　the　growing　caterpillars；　and　then

the　cocoons。　　You　want　to　dig　out　the　red　heart　of　every

month　in　the　year；　and　hold　it　pulsing　before　them。



〃I　can't　name　all　of　them　off…hand；　but　I　think　of　one

more　right　now。　　February　belongs　to　our　winter　birds。　

It　is　then　the　great　horned　owl　of　the　swamp　courts　his

mate；　the　big　hawks　pair；　and　even　the　crows　begin　to

take　notice。　　These　are　truly　our　birds。　　Like　the　poor

we　have　them　always　with　us。　　You　should　hear　the　musicians

of　this　swamp　in　February；　Philip；　on　a　mellow　night。　

Oh；　but　they　are　in　earnest！　　For　twenty…one　years　I've

listened　by　night　to　the　great　owls；　all　the　smaller　sizes；

the　foxes；　coons；　and　every　resident　left　in　these　woods；

and　by　day　to　the　hawks；　yellow…hammers；　sap…suckers；

titmice；　crows；　and　other　winter　birds。　　Only　just　now　it's

come　to　me　that　the　distinctive　feature　of　February　is　not

linen　bleaching；　nor　sugar　making；　it's　the　love　month　of　our

very　own　birds。　　Give　them　hawks　and　owls　for　February；　Elnora。〃



With　flashing　eyes　the　girl　looked　at　Philip。　　〃How's　that？〃

she　said。　　〃Don't　you　think　I　will　succeed；　with　such　help？　

You　should　hear　the　concert　she　is　talking　about！　　It　is

simply　indescribable　when　the　ground　is　covered　with　snow；

and　the　moonlight　white。〃



〃It's　about　the　best　music　we　have；〃　said　Mrs。　Comstock。　

〃I　wonder　if　you　couldn't　copy　that　and　make　a　strong；

original　piece　out　of　it　for　your　violin；　Elnora？〃



There　was　one　tense　breath；　then　　〃I　could　try；〃　said

Elnora　simply。



Philip　rushed　to　the　rescue。　　〃We　must　go　to　work；〃　he

said；　and　began　examining　a　walnut　branch　for　Luna　moth　eggs。　

Elnora　joined　him　while　Mrs。　Comstock　drew　her　embroidery

from　her　pocket　and　sat　on　a　log。　　She　said　she　was　tired；

they　could　come　for　her　when　they　were　ready　to　go。　

She　could　hear　their　voices　around　her　until　she　called

them　at　supper　time。　　When　they　came　to　her　she　stood

waiting　on　the　trail；　the　sewing　in　one　hand；　the

violin　in　the　other。　　Elnora　became　very　white；　but

followed　the　trail　without　a　word。　　Philip；　unable　to　see

a　woman　carry　a　heavier　load　than　he；　reached　for

the　instrument。　　Mrs。　Comstock　shook　her　head。　　She　carried

the　violin　home；　took　it　into　her　room　and　closed　the　door。　

Elnora　turned　to　Philip。



〃If　she　destroys　that；　I　shall　die！〃　cried　the　girl。



〃She　won't！〃　said　Philip。　　〃You　misunderstand　her。　

She　wouldn't　have　said　what　she　did　about　the　owls；　if

she　had　meant　to。　　She　is　your　mother。　　No　one　loves

you　as　she　does。　　Trust　her！　　MyselfI　think　she's

simply　great！〃



Mrs。　Comstock　returned　with　serene　face；　and　all　of

them　helped　with　the　supper。　　When　it　was　over　Philip

and　Elnora　sorted　and　classified　the　afternoon's　specimens；

and　made　a　trip　to　the　woods　to　paint　and　light　several

trees　for　moths。　　When　they　came　back　Mrs。　Comstock

sat　in　the　arbour；　and　they　joined　her。　　The　moonlight

was　so　intense；　print　could　have　been　read　by　it。　

The　damp　night　air　held　odours　near　to　earth；　making

flower　and　tree　perfume　strong。　　A　thousand　insects　were

serenading；　and　in　the　maple　the　grosbeak　occasionally

said　a　reassuring　word　to　his　wife；　while　she　answered

that　all　was　well。　　A　whip…poor…will　wailed　in　the　swamp　and

beside　the　blue…bordered　pool　a　chat　complained　disconsolately。　

Mrs。　Comstock　went　into　the　cabin；　but　she　returned　immediately；