His eyes were wide open for every woven case and dangling cocoon of the big night moths that propagated around him, for her.

Every night when he left the woods from one to a dozen cocoons, that he had detected with remarkable ease while the trees were bare, were stuck in his hat band.

As he arranged them in a cool, dry place he talked to them.
"Of course I know you are valuable and there are collectors who would pay well for you, but I think not.

You are the prettiest thing God made that I ever saw, and those of you that home with me have no price on your wings.

You are much safer here than among the crows and jays of the woods.