you,â said Margaret.
âYou keep away from him!â cried the first voice. âSee, Pip, youâre encouraging it. Donât say another word!â
But as Margaret watched, the small moth fluttered lower down, settling in a sliver of moonlight near her face.
She could see now that he had two glittering, unblinking eyes, a pair of waving feelers that were reaching out toward her, three pairs of legs and two beautiful dusty gray wings. His head was cocked on one side, and he seemed to be studying Margaretâs features just as she was studying his.
âIâm Margaret,â said Margaret, remembering her manners.
âPipperflit,â said the moth, with a flit of his wings. âBut you can call me Pip. Youâre not going to gobble me up, are you?â
âNo, of course not!â said Margaret.
âGood,â said Pip. âYou know, I didnât think humans could hear us.â
âI didnât think moths could talk,â said Margaret.
âDidnât you? How funny!â The moth crawled along a branch until he was perched right in front of Margaretâs nose. âWhere did you come from?â he said.
âFrom the orphanage.â
âOh,â said Pip. He was silent for a moment, and then nodded quickly. âOh, yes, the orfallidge. I see. Whatâs that?â
âItâs a place for orphans. Children with no parents.â
Pip looked up at her in amazement. âNo parents!â he cried. âBut where in the world did you come from?â
âNo, no!â Margaret said. âWe
had
parents once, just not anymore. Now we only have the Switch.â
âOh, yes, the Switch. I understand,â said Pip, nodding. Then a few moments later, âWhatâs a Switch?â
âSheâs horrible,â Margaret said.
Just then, two more moths came fluttering down from the upper branches of the tree.
âNow youâve done it!â one of them said, fluttering its wings in agitation. âNow that youâve talked to it, it will probably stay here forever!â
âDonât be such a stinkbeetle!â said Pip. âIâm only being friendly. Anyway, itâs called
Margaret
. This is Rimblewisp, and thatâs Flitterwing,â said Pip to Margaret. âRimb and Flit for short.â
The two new moths landed on the branch, then tilted their heads to one side just as Pip had done.
âWhatsit?â said Flit.
âHmph,â said Rimb. âWhyâs it so big?â
âHello,â said Margaret, feeling rather silly. âI wonât stay forever. I promise.â
âThere, you see!â said Pip. âItâs only visiting.â
âWell, it still seems very odd. Where did it come from?â
âThe orfallidge,â Pip said.
âOh,â said Rimb. The moth named Flit nodded.
Margaret only smiled. And as she sat there in the tree, talking with the moths in the dark of night, Margaret Grey became one of the few people in the world ever to discover the truth about moths.
CHAPTER 16 The Truth about Moths
While the sight of a butterfly sets people to skipping around with nets, the sight of a moth most often inspires shrieks and fainting fits. Indeed, you may think that moths are nothing more than unfashionable butterflies â drab, ugly creatures to be ignored or run away from. But the truth about moths is much more wonderful.
If you were to sit and watch a moth for a whole day, it might look as if it were doing nothing at all. But the
night
is a different matter entirely. Nighttime is when the moths come alive.
As soon as the sun has set and the moths emerge from their nooks and corners, they have only one purpose until the next dayâs sunrise: to have as much fun as they possibly can.
They will play and fly and flutter in the moonlight until they are nearly breathless, stopping only for a sip of nectar or a drop of dew, then they will loop and spin and
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