Granny arose with the pie, cast a lingering and covetous glance at the fireplace, stooped and took another letter, and then started down the drive. Just as she reached the bridge she looked ahead and saw the Harvester coming up the levee. Instantly she shot the pie over the railing and with a groan watched it strike the water and disappear. “Lord of love!” she gasped, sinking to the seat, “that was one of grandmother's willer plates that I promised Ruth. 'Tain't likely I'll ever see hide ner hair of it again. But they wa'ant no place to put it, and I dassent let him know I'd been up to the cabin. Mebby I can fetch a boy some day and hire him to dive for it. How long can a plate be in water and not get spiled anyway? Now what'll I do? My head's all in a whirl! I'll bet my bosom is a sticking out with his letters 'til he'll notice and take them from me.” She gripped her hands across her chest and sat staring at the Harvester as he stopped on the bridge, and seeing her attitude and distressed face, he sprang from the wagon. “Why Granny, are you sick?” he cried anxiously. “Yes!” gasped Granny Moreland. “Yes, David, I am! I'm a miserable woman. I never was in sech a shape in all my days.” “Let me help you to the cabin, and I'll see what I can do for you,” 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.”