He held out the spoon and the amazed woman swallowed the contents before she realized what she was doing. Then the Harvester ran a hand under her shoulders and lifting her gently he tossed her pillow with the other hand. “You are a light little body, just like my mother,” he commented. “Now I have something else sick people sometimes enjoy.” He held the fruit juice to her lips as he slightly raised her on the pillow. Her trembling fingers lifted and closed around the sparkling glass. “Oh it's cool!” she gasped. “It is,” said the Harvester, “and sour! I think you can taste it. Try!” She drank so greedily he drew away the glass and urged caution, but the shaking fingers clung to him and the wavering voice begged for more. “In a minute,” said the Harvester gently. But the fevered woman would not wait. She drank the cooling liquid until she could take no more. Then she watched him fill a small pitcher and pack it in a part of the ice and lay some fruit around it. “Who, Ruth?” she panted. “A Medicine Man who heard about you.” “What will Henry say?” “He won't know,” explained the Girl, smoothing the hot forehead. “I'll put it in the cupboard, and slip it to you while he is out of the room. It will make you strong and well.” “I don't want to be strong and well and suffer it all over again. I want to rest. Give me more of the cool drink. Give me all I want, then I'll go to sleep.” “It's wonderful,” said the Girl. “That's more than I've heard her talk since I came. She is much stronger. Please let her have it.” The Harvester assented. He gave the child some of the fruit, and told her to sit beside the bed and hold the drink when it was asked for. She agreed to be very careful and watchful. Then he picked up the bucket, and followed by the Girl, returned to the woods. “Now we have to begin all over again,” he said, as she seated herself at the table. “Because of the walk in the heat, this time the programme is a little different.” He replaced the wafer box and opened it, filled the glass, and heaped the cold fruit. “Your aunt is going to have a refreshing sleep now,” he said, “and your mind can be free about her for an hour or two. I am very sure your mother would not want you deprived of anything because she missed it, so you are to enjoy this, if you care for it. At least try a sample.” The Girl lifted the glass to her lips with a trembling hand. “I'm like Aunt Molly,” she said; “I wish I could drink all I could swallow, and then lie down and go to sleep forever. I suppose this is what they have in Heaven.” “No, it's what they drink all over earth at present, but I have a conceit of my own brand. Some of it is too strong of one fruit or of the other, and all too sweet for health. This is compounded scientifically and it's just right. If you are not accustomed to cold drinks, go slowly.” “You can't scare me,” said the Girl; “I'm going to drink all I want.” There was a note of excitement in the Harvester's laugh.