With eager eyes and parted lips, the girl held steadily.

When at last it wavered away, "That made a picture!" said Philip.

"Ask me some other time how I lost my illusions concerning butterflies.

I always thought of them in connection with sunshine, flower pollen, and fruit nectar, until one sad day." "I know!" laughed Elnora.

"I've seen that, too, but it didn't destroy any illusion for me.