So it was a better thing for my illustration, and for
my painting, when in June of this year, Raymond, in crossing town
from a ball game, found a large, perfect Modesta female. He
secured her in his hat, and hurried to me. Raymond's hat has had
many wonderful things in it besides his head, and his pockets are
always lumpy with boxes.
Although perfect, she had mated, deposited her eggs, and was
declining. All she wanted was to be left alone, and she would sit
with wings widespread wherever placed. I was in the orchard,
treating myself to some rare big musky red raspberries that are my
especial property, when Raymond came with her. He set her on a
shoot before me, and guarded her while I arranged a camera. She
was the most complacent subject I ever handled outdoors, and did
not make even an attempt to fly. Raymond was supposed to be
watching while I worked, but our confidence in her was so great,
that I paid all my attention to polishing my lenses, and getting
good light, while Raymond gathered berries with one hand, and
promiscuously waved the net over the bushes with the other.
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