Letty came back in a little while with the book and her mother began to look in it.
“Oh!” she said pretty soon, “it has such a long name that I don’t believe you can remember it. It is Telea polyphemus.”
“I’ll call it Polly for short,” said Letty.
When they had learned all they could about the moth Letty asked what they should do with it.
“This book says they do no very great harm,” said her mother, “and it is so beautiful that I think we will let it have its liberty.”
So the Telea polyphemus was carried out and placed on a tree trunk where it stayed all the rest of the day. But the next morning when Letty went to look for it, it was gone.
Susan Brown Robbins.
Hark! ’tis the bluebird’s venturous strain
High on the old fringed elm at the gate—