“Is there any particular pose in which you want this bird placed?”
“Allow me to present you to the yellow emperor, known in the books as eagles imperialis,” he said. “I want him as he clings naturally and life size.”
She took up a pencil.
“If you don't mind,” said the Harvester, “would you draw on this other paper? I very much want the colour, also, and you can use it on this. I brought a box along, and I'll get you water. I had it all ready yesterday.”
“Did you have this same moth?”
“No, I had another.”
“Did you have the one you wanted most?”
“Yes——but it's no difference.”
“And you let it go because I was not here?”
“No. It went on account of exquisite beauty. If kept in confinement it would struggle and break its wings. You see, that one was a delicate green, where this is yellow, plain pale blue green, with a lavender rib here, and long curled trailers edged with pale yellow, and eye spots rimmed with red and black.”