ppling bed,
and marshy banks; while on the other hand the lake resembled a richly
incrusted sapphire.

"Is the house close?"

"Just a few rods, at the turn of the drive."

"Please help me down. I want to remain here a while. I don't care what
else there is to see. Nothing can equal this. I wish I could bring down
a bed and sleep here. I'd like to have a table, and draw and paint. I
understand now what you mean about the designs you mentioned. Why, there
must be thousands! I can't go on. I never saw anything so appealing in
all my life."

Now the Harvester's mother had designed that bridge and he had built
it with much care. From bark-covered railings to solid oak floor and
comfortable benches running along the sides it was intended to be a part
of the landscape.

"I'll send Belshazzar to the cabin with the wagon," he said, "so you can
see better."

"But you must not!" she cried. "I can't walk. I wouldn't soil these
beautiful shoes for anything."

"Why don't you change them?" inquired the Harvester.

"I am afraid I forgot everything I had," said the Girl.

"There are shoes somewhere in this load. I thought of them in getting
other things for you, but I had no idea as to size, and so I told that
clerk to-day when she got your measure to put in every kind you'd need."

"You are horribly extravagant," she said. "But if you have them here,
perhaps I could use one pair."

The Harvester mounted the wagon and hunted until he found a large box,
and opening it on the bench he disclosed almost every variety of shoe,
walking shoe and slipper, a girl ever owned, as well as sandals and high
overshoes.

"For pity sake!" cried the Girl. "Cover that box! You frighten me.
You'll never get them paid for. You must take them straight back."

"Never take anything back," said the Harvester. "'Be sure you are right,
then go ahead,' is my motto. Now I know these are your correct size
and that for differing occasions you will want just such shoes as other
girls have, and here they are. Simple as life! I think these will serve
because they are for street wear, yet they are white inside."

He produced a pair of canvas walking shoes and kneeling before her held
out his hand.

When he had finished, he loaded the box on the wagon, gave the hitching
strap to Belshazzar, and told him to lead Betsy to the cabin and hold
her until he came. Then he turned to the Girl.

"Now," he said, "look as long as you choose. But remember that the