t is unusually beautiful wood, I think,
and I hope she will be pleased with it."

"Please take these things away and let me begin. This is the only thing
I can see that I can do for you, and the moth will want to fly before I
have finished."

The Harvester cleared the table and placed the box, while the Girl
spread the paper and began work eagerly.

"I wonder if I knew there were such exquisite things in all the world,"
she said. "I scarcely think I did. I am beginning to understand why you
couldn't kill one. You could make a chair or a table, and so you feel
free to destroy them; but it takes ages and Almighty wisdom to evolve a
creature like this, so you don't dare. I think no one else would if they
really knew. Please talk while I work."

"Is there a particular subject you want discussed?"

"Anything but her. If I think too strongly of her, I can't work so
well."

"Your ginseng is almost dry," said the Harvester. "I think I can bring
you the money in a few days."

"So soon!" she cried.

"It dries day and night in an even temperature, and faster than you
would believe. There's going to be between seven and eight pounds of
it, when I make up what it has shrunk. It will go under the head of the
finest wild roots. I can get eight for it sure."

"Oh what good news!" cried the Girl. "This is my lucky day, too. And the
little girl isn't coming, so Aunt Molly must be asleep. Everything goes
right! If only Uncle Henry wouldn't come home!"

"Let me fill your glass," proffered the Harvester.

"Just half way, and set it where I can see it," said the Girl. She
worked with swift strokes and there was a hint of colour in her face, as
she looked at him. "I hope you won't think I'm greedy," she said, "but
truly, that's the first thing I've had that I could taste in----I can't
remember when."

"I'll bring a barrel to-morrow," offered the Harvester, "and a big piece
of ice wrapped in coffee sacking."

"You mustn't think of such a thing! Ice is expensive and so are fruits."

"Ice costs me the time required to saw and pack it at my home. I almost
live on the fruit I raise. I confess to a fondness for this drink. I
have no other personal expenses, unless you count in books, and a very
few clothes, such as I'm wearing; so I surely can afford all the fruit
juice I want."

"For yourself, yes."

"Also for a couple of women or I am a mighty poor attempt at a man,"
said the Harvester. "This is my day, so you are not to talk