SNUGGING-DOWN DAYS 



cecropia waits for the same call. Some 

 May evening there shall be a brave 

 awakening in the glades and on the bor- 

 ders of the bog. It shall be as if the 

 tans and pinky purples and rose and 

 yellow of the finest autumn leaves took 

 wing again in the spring twilight and 

 floated about at will owing nothing to 

 the winds, and then the luna moth, the 

 fairy queen of dusk, all clad in daintiest 

 green trimmed with ermine and seal and 

 ostrich plumes, shall come among them 

 and reign by right of such beauty as the 

 night rarely sees, all this sprung from 

 the papery cocoons swung in the road- 

 side bushes or tumbled neglectfully 

 among the. shifting autumn leaves in the 

 tangle at the roots of the wild smilax. 



Here is magic for you, indeed, of the 

 kind that the parlor magician is wont to 

 supply; frail and beautiful things grown 



