“My mother. She was educated to her finger tips. She drew, painted, played beautifully, sang well, and she had read almost all the best books. Besides what I learned at high school she taught me all I know. Her embroidery always brought higher prices than mine, try as I might. I never saw any one else make such a dainty, accurate little stitch as she could.” “If this is not perfect, I don't know how to criticise it. I can and will use it in my work. But I have one luna cocoon remaining and I would give ten dollars for such a drawing of the moth before it flies. It may open to-night or not for several days. If your aunt should be worse and you cannot come to-morrow and the moth emerges, is there any way in which I could send it to you?” “What could I do with it?” “I thought perhaps you could take a piece of paper and the pencils with you, and secure an outline in your room. It need not be worked up with all the detail in this. Merely a skeleton sketch would do. Could I leave it at the house or send it with some one?” “No! Oh no!” she cried. “Leave it here. Put it in a box in the bushes where I hid the books. What are you going to do with these things?” “Hide them in the thicket and scatter leaves over them.” “What if it rains?” “I have thought of that. I brought a few yards of oilcloth to-day and they will be safe and dry if it pours.” “Good!” she said. “Then if the moth comes out you bring it, and if I am not here, put it under the cloth and I will run up some time in the afternoon. But if I were you, I would not spread the rug until you know if I can remain. I have to steal every minute I am away, and any day uncle takes a notion to stay at home I dare not come.” “Try to come to-morrow. I am going to bring some medicine for your aunt.” “Put it under the cloth if I am not here; but I will come if I can. I must go now; I have been away far too long.” The Harvester picked up one of the drug pamphlets, laid the drawing inside it, and placed it with his other books. Then he drew out his pocket book and laid a five-dollar bill on the table and began folding up the chair and putting away the things. The Girl looked at the money with eager eyes. “Is that honestly what you would pay at the arts and crafts place?” “It is the customary price for my patterns.” “And are you sure this is as good?” “I can bring you some I have paid that for, and let you see for yourself that it is better.” “I wish you would!” she cried eagerly. “I need that money, and I would like to have it dearly, if I really have earned it, but I can't touch it if I have not.” “Won't you accept my word?” “No. I will see the other drawings first, and if I think mine are as good, I will be glad to take the money to-morrow.” “What if you can't come?”