After two hours he arose and crept as close the house as he could through the woods, but he could not secure a glimpse of the Girl.

He went back and waited an hour more, and then undid his work and removed it.

When he came to the moth his face was very grim as he lifted the twig and helped the beautiful creature to climb on a limb.

"You'll be ready to fly in a few hours," he said.

"If I keep you in a box you will ruin your wings and be no suitable subject, and put you in a cyanide jar I will not.