Linda opened the box.

The winged creatures flew, the bettles tumbled, the worms went over the top.

She set it on the ground and laughed to exhaustion.

Her eyes were wet as she looked up at Katy.
"That first night Henry Anderson and Peter Morrison were here to dinner, Katy," she said, "Anderson made a joke about being my bug-catcher when I built my home nest, and several times since he has tried to be silly about it, but the last time I told him it was foolishness to which I would listen no more, so instead of talking, he has taken this way of telling me that he is fairly expert as a bug-catcher.

Really, it is awfully funny, Katy." Katy was sober.