The Moth or Butterfly

Once he saw it quite distinctly with its wings flattened out upon the old stone wall that runs along the west edge of the park. But going after him he found it was only two lumps of gray and yellow lichen. In the afternoon and happily called upon the vicar and argued with him upon theological questions they sat in a little arbor covered with briar and smoked as they wrangled. Look at that moth said happily suddenly pointing to the edge of the wooden table. And the amply was thunderstruck. He gasped. The vicar was staring at him.