pocrite! Cease crying things you don't mean, and learn
to love the people I do. Come on, old boy!"

The peacock came, but with feathers closely pressed and stepping
daintily. As the bird advanced, the Harvester retreated, until he stood
beside the Girl, and then he slipped some grain to her hand and she
offered it. But Ajax would not be coaxed. He was too fat and well fed.
He haughtily turned and marched away, screaming at intervals.

"Nasty temper!" commented the Harvester. "Never mind! He soon will
become accustomed to you, and then he will love you as Belshazzar does.
Feed the doves instead. They are friendly enough in all conscience. Do
you notice that there is not a coloured feather among them? The squab
that is hatched with one you may have for breakfast. Now let's go find
something to eat, and I will finish the bridge so you can rest there
to-night and watch the sun set on Singing Water."

So they went into the cabin and prepared food, and then the Harvester
told the Girl to make herself so pretty that she would be a picture and
come and talk to him while he finished the roof. She went to her room,
found a pale lavender linen dress and put it on, dusted the pink powder
thickly, and went where a wide bench made an inviting place in the
shade. There she sat and watched her lightly expressed whim take shape.

"Soon as this is finished," said the Harvester, "I am going to begin on
that tea table. I can make it in a little while, if you want it to match
the other furniture."

"I do," said the Girl.

"Wonder if you could draw a plan showing how it should appear. I am a
little shy on tea tables."

"I think I can."

The Harvester brought paper, pencil, and a shingle for a drawing pad.

"Now remember one thing," he said. "If you are in earnest about using
those old blue dishes, this has got to be a big, healthy table. A little
one will appear top heavy with them. It would be a good idea to set out
what you want to use, arranged as you would like them, and let me take
the top measurement that way."

"All right! I'll only indicate how its legs should be and we will
find the size later. I could almost weep because that wonderful set is
broken. If I had all of it I'd be so proud!"

The Girl bent over the drawing. The Harvester worked with his attention
divided between her, the bridge, and the road. At last he saw the big
red car creeping up the valley.

"Seems to be some one coming, Ruth! Guess it must be Doc. I