Then he held it in the shade and turned it, gloating over its markings and beautiful coloring.

When he held the moth to the limb, it climbed on, still waving those magnificent wings.
"My, but I'd like to be staying with you!" he said.

"But if I was to stand here all day you couldn't grow any prettier than you are right now, and I wouldn't grow smart enough to tell what you are.

I suppose there's someone who knows.

Of course there is! Mr.McLean said there were people who knew every leaf, bird, and flower in the Limberlost.