eeling in me? I don't understand why I don't take you
in my arms and kiss you a hundred times, but you see I don't. It doesn't
seem as if I ever could."

"Never mind," said the Harvester gently. "It was only a fancy of mine,
bred from my dream and unreasonable, perhaps. I am sorry I mentioned it.
The sun is on the stoop now; I want you to enter your home in its light.
Come!"

He half lifted her from the bench. "I am going to help you up the
drive as I used to assist mother," he said, fighting to keep his voice
natural. "Clasp your hands before you and draw your elbows to your
sides. Now let me take one in each palm, and you will scoot up this
drive as if you were on wheels."

"But I don't want to 'scoot'," she said unsteadily. "I must go slowly
and not miss anything."

"On the contrary, you don't want to do any such thing----you should
leave most of it for to-morrow."

"I had forgotten there would be any to-morrow. It seems as if the day
would end it and set me adrift again."

"You are going to awake in the gold room with the sun shining on your
face in the morning, and it's going to keep on all your life. Now if
you've got a smile in your anatomy, bring it to the surface, for just
beyond this tree lies happiness for you."

His voice was clear and steady now, his confidence something contagious.
There was a lovely smile on her face as she looked at him, and stepped
into the line of light crossing the driveway; and then she stopped
and cried, "Oh lovely! Lovely! Lovely!" over and over. Then maybe the
Harvester was not glad he had planned, worked unceasingly, and builded
as well as he knew.

The cabin of large, peeled, golden oak logs, oiled to preserve them,
nestled like a big mushroom on the side of the hill. Above and behind
the building the trees arose in a green setting. The roof was stained
to their shades. The wide veranda was enclosed in screening, over which
wonderful vines climbed in places, and round it grew ferns and deep-wood
plants. Inside hung big baskets of wild growth; there was a wide
swinging seat, with a back rest, supported by heavy chains. There were
chairs and a table of bent saplings and hickory withes. Two full
stories the building arose, and the western sun warmed it almost to
orange-yellow, while the graceful vines crept toward the roof.

The Girl looked at the rapidly rising hedge on each side of her, at the
white floor of the drive, and long and long at the cabin.

"You did all th