When the weather is so warm the wings develop rapidly.

Perhaps if I remove the lid----" He took off the cover, exposing a big moth, its lovely, pale yellow wings, flecked with heliotrope, outspread as it clung to a twig in the box.

The Girl leaned forward.
"What is it ?" she asked.
"One of the big night moths that emerge and fly a few hours in June." "Is this what you want for your candlestick ?" "If I can't do better.

There is one other I prefer, but it may not come at a time that you can get it right." "What do you mean by 'right' ?" "So that you can copy it before it wants to fly." "Why don't you chloroform and pin it until I am ready ?" "I am not in the business of killing and impaling exquisite creatures like that." "Do you mean that if I can't draw it when it is just right you will let it go ?" "I do." "Why ?" "I told you why." "I know you said you were not in the business, but why wouldn't you take only one you really wanted to use ?" "I would be afraid," replied the Harvester.
"Afraid?
You!" "I must have a mighty good reason before I kill," said the man.

"I cannot give life; I have no right to take it away.