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He began to think that something was wrong after 

 all. "I know they are not dead because they wiggle 

 just a little when I handle them/' he said. 



Corn was about five inches high when his first 

 moth came out, and one by one the others followed. 

 They were of a smoky brownish color. "They must 

 be laying on the corn in the field by this time and 

 I am going to the field to see about it," Frank said. 

 He watched several days ; and, seeing no moths, 

 he became dis- 

 couraged but said 

 nothing to anyone 

 about it. 



One evening after 

 sundown his father 



asked him tO get a (After Bur. Ent., U.S.Dept.Agr.) 



Wrench which he FIG. 63.- "When his first moth came out." 



had left at the far end of the farm. It was about 

 dusk, and Frank walked slowly up the driveway 

 to a certain point, then crossed the cornfield to 

 the place where the wrench had been left. To his 

 delight he discovered some of the moths hovering 

 about the corn. "They are laying eggs now, 

 and I am coming here to-morrow to watch them," 

 he said. 



The next morning he came early, and although he 

 stayed till noon he saw not a single moth. He went 

 home disappointed and told his father about it. 



