ou,"
offered the Harvester.

"No. This is jest out of your reach," said the old lady. "I want----I
want to see Doctor Carey bad."

"Are you strong enough to ride in or shall I bring him?"

"I can go! I can go as well as not, David, if you'll take me."

"Let me run Betsy to the barn and get the Girl's phaeton. The wagon is
too rough for you. Are the pains in your chest dreadful?"

"I don't know how to describe them," said Granny with perfect truth.

The Harvester leaped into the wagon and caught up the lines. As he
disappeared around the curve of the driveway Granny snatched the letters
from her dress front and thrust them deep into one of her stockings.

"Now, drat you!" she cried. "Stick out all you please. Nobody will see
you there."

In a few minutes the Harvester helped her into the carriage and drove
rapidly toward the city.

"You needn't strain your critter," said Granny. "It's not so bad as
that, David."

"Is your chest any better?"

"A sight better," said Granny. "Shakin' up a little 'pears to do me
good."

"You never should have tried to walk. Suppose I hadn't been here. And
you came the long way, too! I'll have a telephone run to your house so
you can call me after this."

Granny sat very straight suddenly.

"My! wouldn't that get away with some of my foxy neighbours," she said.
"Me to have a 'phone like they do, an' be conversin' at all hours of the
day with my son's folks and everybody. I'd be tickled to pieces, David."

"Then I'll never dare do it," said the Harvester, "because I can't keep
house without you."

"Where's your own woman?" promptly inquired Granny.

"She can't leave her people. Her grandmother is sick."

"Grandmother your foot!" cried the old woman. "I've been hearing that
song and dance from the neighbours, but you got to fool younger people
than me on it, David. When did any grandmother ever part a pair of
youngsters jest married, for months at a clip? I'd like to cast my eyes
on that grandmother. She's a new breed! I was as good a mother as 'twas
in my skin to be, and I'd like to see a child of mine do it for me;
and as for my grandchildren, it hustles some of them to re-cog-nize me
passing on the big road, 'specially if it's Peter's girl with a town
beau."

The Harvester laughed. The old lady leaned toward him with a mist in her
eyes and a quaver in her voice, and asked softly, "Got ary friend that
could help you, David?"

The man looked straight ahead in silence