y one else," complained Doctor Harmon.

"You look perfectly lovely," declared the Girl.

"The swale sends you this invitation to come and see star-shine at the
foot of mullein hill," said the Harvester, offering a bouquet. It was a
loose bunch of long-stemmed, delicate flowers, each an inch across, and
having five pearl-white petals lightly striped with pale green. Five
long gold anthers arose, and at their base gold stamens and a green
pistil. The leaves were heart-shaped and frosty, whitish-green,
resembling felt. The Harvester bent to offer them.

"Have some Grass of Parnassus, my dear," he said.

The Girl waved them away. "Go stand over there by the door and slowly
turn around. I want to see you."

The Harvester obeyed. He was freshly and carefully shaven. His hair
was closely cropped at the base of the head, long, heavy, and slightly
waving on top. He wore a white silk shirt, with a rolling collar and
tie, white trousers, belt, hose, and shoes, and his hands were manicured
with care.

"Have I made a mess of it, or do I appear anything like other men?" he
asked, eagerly.

The Girl lifted her eyes to Doctor Harmon and smiled.

"Do you observe anything messy?" she inquired.

"You needn't fish for compliments quite so obviously," he answered.
"I'll pay them without being asked. I do not. He is quite correct, and
infinitely better looking than the average. Distinguished is a proper
word for the gentleman in my opinion. But why, in Heaven's name, have we
never had the pleasure of seeing you thus before?"

"Look here, Doc," said the Harvester, "do you mean that you enjoy
looking at me merely because I am dressed this way?"

"I do indeed," said the doctor. "It is good to see you with the garb of
work laid aside, and the stamp of cleanliness and ease upon you."

"By gum, that is rubbing it in a little too rough!" cried the Harvester.
"I bathe oftener than you do. My clothing is always clean when I start
out. Of course, in my work I come hourly in contact with muck, water,
and herb juices."

"It's understood that is unavoidable," said Doctor Harmon.

"And if cleanliness is made an issue, I'd rather roll in any of it
than put my finger tips into the daily work of a surgeon," added the
Harvester, and the Girl giggled.

"That's enough Medicine Man!" she said. "You did not make a 'mess' of
it, or anything else you ever attempted. As for appearing like other
men, thank Heaven, you do not. You look just a whole w