"'Praise God from whom all blessings flow;'" quoted the Harvester
reverently. "Now try one of these peaches. It's juicy and cold. Get that
room right in focus in your brain, and nurture the idea. Its walls shall
be bright as sunshine, its floor creamy white, and it shall open into a
little garden, where only yellow flowers grow, and the birds shall sing.
The first ray of sun that peeps over the hills of morning shall fall
through its windows across your bed, and you shall work only as you
please, after you've had months of play and rest; and it's coming true
the instant you can leave here. Dream of it, make up your mind to it,
because it's coming. I have a little streak of second sight, and I see
it on the way."

"You are talking wildly," said the Girl, "else you are a good genie
trying to conjure a room for me."

"This room I am talking of is ready whenever you want to take
possession," said the Harvester. "Accept it as a reality, because I tell
you I know where it is, that it is waiting, and you can earn your way
into it with no obligation to any one."

The Girl stretched out her right hand and slowly turned and opened and
closed it. Then she glanced at the Harvester with a weary smile.

"From somewhere I feel a glimmering of the spirit, but Oh, dear Lord,
the flesh is weak!" she said.

"That's where nourishing foods, appetizing drinks, plenty of pure, fresh
air, and good water come in. Now we have talked enough for one day, and
worked too much. The fruit and drink go with you. I will carry it to the
house, and you can hide it in your room. I am going to put a bottle of
tonic on top that the best surgeon in the state gave me for you. Try to
eat something strengthening and then take a spoonful of this, and use
all the fruit you want. I'll bring more to-morrow and put it here, with
plenty of ice. Now suppose you let the moth go free," he suggested to
avoid objections. "You must take my word for it, that it is perfectly
harmless, lacking either sting or bite, and hold your hand before it, so
that it will climb on your fingers. Then stand where a ray of sunshine
falls and in a few minutes it will go out to live its life."

The Girl hesitated a second as she studied the clean-cut, interested
face of the man; then she held out her hand, and he urged the moth to
climb on her fingers. She stepped where a ray of strong light fell on
the forest floor and held the moth in it. The brightness also touched
her transparent ha