Recovering myself with a start, I had it under my net
that had waited twenty years to cover it! Inside the door I dropped
the net, and the moth crept on my fingers. What luck! What extra
golden luck! I almost felt that God had been sorry for me, and sent
it there to encourage me to keep on picturing the beauties and
wonders of His creations for people who could not go afield to see
for themselves, and to teach those who could to protect helpless,
harmless things for their use and beauty.
I walked down the hall, and vaguely scanned the solid rows of
books and specimens lining the library walls. I scarcely
realized the thought that was in my mind, but what I was looking
for was not there. The dining-room then, with panelled walls and
curtains of tapestry? It was not there! Straight to the white
and gold music room I went. Then a realizing sense came to me.
It was BRUSSELS LACE for which I was searching! On the most
delicate, snowiest place possible, on the finest curtain there, I
placed my Cecropia, and then stepped back and gazed at it with a
sort of "Touch it over my dead body" sentiment in my heart.
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