esh, country mushrooms? I guarantee
that there are no poisonous ones among them, and they were gathered this
morning. Considering their rarity and the difficult work of collecting,
they are exceedingly low at my price. I am offering these for five
dollars a dozen, madam, and for mercy sake don't take them or I'll have
no excuse to go to the next house."

The doctor stared, then understood, and began to laugh. When at last he
could speak he said, "David, I'll bet you started with three bushels and
began at the head of this street, and they are all gone."

"Put up a good one!" said the Harvester. "You win. The first house I
tried they ordered me to the back door, took a market basket full away
from me by force, tried to buy the load, and I didn't see any one save a
maid."

The doctor lay on the steering gear and faintly groaned.

The Harvester regarded him sympathetically. "Isn't it a crime?" he
questioned. "Mushrooms are no go. I can see that!----or rather they are
entirely too much of a go. I never saw anything in such demand. I must
seek a less popular article for my purpose. To-morrow look out for me.
I shall begin where I left off to-day, but I will have changed my
product."

"David, for pity sake," peeped the doctor.

"What do I care how I do it, so I locate her?" superbly inquired the
Harvester.

"But you won't find her!" gasped the doctor.

"I've come as close it as you so far, anyway," said the Harvester. "Your
mushrooms are on the desk in your office."

He drove slowly up and down the streets until Betsy wabbled on her legs.
Then he left her to rest and walked until he wabbled; and by that time
it was dark, so he went home.

At the first hint of dawn he was at work the following morning. With
loaded baskets closely covered, he started to Onabasha, and began where
he had quit the day before. This time he carried a small, crudely
fashioned bark basket, leaf-covered, and he rang at the front door with
confidence.

Every one seemed to have a maid in that part of the city, for a freshly
capped and aproned girl opened the door.

"Are there any young women living here?" blandly inquired the Harvester.

"What's that of your business?" demanded the maid.

The Harvester flushed, but continued, "I am offering something
especially intended for young women. If there are none, I will not
trouble you."

"There are several."

"Will you please ask them if they would care for bouquets of violets,
fresh from