ur answer early in the morning, and it
almost drove me wild. I took it and went for the day with May, and I
told her. She took me upstairs, and we talked it over, and before I left
she made me promise that I would write you and explain how I felt, and
ask you what you thought. She wanted you to come there and see if you
couldn't make them at least respect you. I know I was crying, and she
was bathing the baby. She went to bring something she had forgotten, and
she gave him to me to hold, just his little naked body. He stood on my
lap and mauled my face, and pulled my hair, and hugged me with his stout
little arms and kissed me big, soft, wet kisses, and something sprang to
life in my heart that never before had been there. I just cried all over
him and held him fast, and I couldn't give him up when she came back. I
saw why I'd wanted a big doll all my life, right then; and oh, dear!
the doll you sent was beautiful, but, David, did you ever hold a little,
living child in your arms like that?"

"I never did," said the Harvester huskily.

He looked at her face and saw the tears rolling, but he could say no
more, so he leaned his head against her knee, and finding one of her
hands he drew it to his lips.

"It is wonderful," said the Girl softly. "It awakens something in
your heart that makes it all soft and tender, and you feel an awful
responsibility, too. Grandmother had them telephone at last, and May
helped me bathe my face and fix my hat. When we went to the carriage Mr.
Kennedy was there to take me home. We went past grandmother's florist to
get her some violets----David, she is sleeping under yours, with just a
few touching her lips. Oh it was lovely of you to get them; your fairies
must have told you! She has them every day, and one of the objections
she made to coming here was that she couldn't do without them in winter,
and she found some on her pillow the very first thing. David, you are
wonderful! And grandfather with his lily! I know where he found that! I
knew instantly. Ah, there are fairies who tell you, because you deserve
to know."

The Girl bent and slipping her arm around his neck hugged him tight
an instant, and then she continued unsteadily: "While he was in the
shop----Harvester, this is like your wildest dream, but it's truest
truth----a boy came down the walk crying papers, and as I live, he
called your name. I knew it had to be you because he said, 'First drug
farm in America! Wonderful medicin