"They'll have so much room there they won't be likely to hurt themselves, and the books say they don't fly in daytime unless they are disturbed, so they will settle when it's light, and I can come with Elnora to get them." They captured two more, and then Pete carried them to the case.
"Here comes a big one!" he cried as he returned.
Mrs.Comstock looked up and stepped out with a prayer on her lips.
She could not tell the colour at that distance, but the moth appeared different from the others.

On it came, dropping lower and darting from light to light.

As it swept near her, "O Heavenly Father!" exulted Mrs.
Comstock, "it's yellow! Careful Pete! Your hat, maybe!" Pete made a long sweep.

The moth wavered above the hat and sailed away.

Mrs.Comstock leaned against a tree and covered her face with her shaking hands.
"That is my punishment!" she cried.