CHAPTER X.THE CHIME OF THE BLUE BELLS.
The Harvester finished his evening work and went to examine the cocoons.
Many of the moths had emerged and flown, but the luna cases remained in the bottom of the box.

As he stood looking at them one moved and he smiled.
"I'd give something if you would come out and be ready to work on by to-morrow afternoon," he said.

"Possibly you would so interest her that she would forget her fear of me.

I'd like mighty well to take you along, because she might care for you, and I do need the pattern for my candlestick.

Believe I'll lay you in a warmer place." The first thing the next morning the Harvester looked and found the open cocoon and the wet moth clinging by its feet to a twig he had placed for it.
"Luck is with me!" he exulted.