With short intervals for food and dips in the lake the Harvester very nearly slept the week. When he finally felt himself again, he bathed, shaved, dressed freshly, and went to see the Girl. He had to touch her to be sure she was real. She was extremely weak and tremulous, but her face and hands were fuller, her colour was good, she was ravenously hungry. Doctor Harmon said she was a little tryant, and the nurse that she was plain cross. The first thing the Harvester noticed was that the dull blue look in the depth of the dark eyes was gone. They were clear, dusky wells, with shining lights at the bottom. “Well I never would have believed it!” he cried. “Doctor Harmon, you are a great physician! You have made her all over new, and in a few more days she will be on the veranda. This is great!” “Do I appear so much better to you, Harvester?” asked the Girl. “Has no one thought to show you,” cried the Harvester. “Here, let me!” He stepped to her dressing table, picked up a mirror, and held it before her so that she could see herself. “Seems to me I am dreadfully white and thin yet!” “If you had seen what I saw ten days ago, my Girl, you would think you appear like a pink, rosy angel now, or a wonderful dream.” “Truly, do I in the least resemble a dream, David?” “You are a dream. The loveliest one a man ever had. With three months of right care and exercise you'll be the beautiful woman nature intended. I'm so proud of you. You are being so brave! Just lie there in patience a few more days, and out you come again to life; and life that will thrill your being with joy.” “All right,” said the Girl, “I will. David are you attending to your herbs?” “Not for a few weeks.” “You are very much behind?” “No. Nothing important. I don't make enough to count on what is ready now. I can soon gather jimson leaves and seed to fill orders, the hemlock is about right to take the fruit, the mustard is yet in pod, and the saffron and wormseed can be attended later. I can catch up in two days.” “What about----about the big bed on the hill?” The Harvester experienced an inward thrill of delight. She was so impressed with the value of the ginseng she would not mention it, even before the man she loved----no more than that----“adored”---- “worshipped!” He smiled at her in understanding. “I'll have to take a peep at that and report,” he said. “Are you rested now?” “Indeed yes!” “You are dreadfully thin.” “I always am. I'll pick up a little when I get back to work.” “David, I want you to go to work now.” “Can you spare me?” “Haven't we done well these last few days?” “I can't tell you how well.” “Then please go gather everything you need to fill orders except the big bed, and by that time maybe you could take another week off, and I could go to the hill top and on the lake. I'm so anxious to put my feet on the earth. They feel so dead.” “Are your feet well rubbed to draw down the circulation?”