LUNA MOTH 



Chapter Six 

 MOTHS OF THE MOON 



ACTIAS LUNA 



ONE morning there was a tap at my door, and when 

 I opened it I found a tall, slender woman having 

 big, soft brown eyes, and a winning smile. In 

 one hand she held a shoe-box, having many rough per- 

 forations. I always have been glad that my eyes softened 

 at the touch of pleading on her face, and a smile sprang in 

 answer to hers before I saw what she carried. For 

 confession must be made that a perforated box is a pass- 

 j>ort to my good graces any day. 



The most wonderful things come from those that are 

 brought to my front door. Sometimes they contain a 



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