A mouse had eaten the moths! "Well, of all the horrible luck!" gasped Elnora.
With the first thought of her mother, she caught up the remnants of the moths, burying them in the ashes of the stove.

She took the bag to her room, hurriedly releasing its contents, but there was not another yellow one.

Her mother had said some had been confined in the case in the Limberlost.

There was still a hope that an Emperor might be among them.
She peeped at her mother, who still slept soundly.
Elnora took a large piece of mosquito netting, and ran to the swamp.
Throwing it over the top of the case, she unlocked the door.

She reeled, faint with distress.