She was deeply interested, much impressed, and more at ease.
When the Harvester saw he had talked her into confidence he crossed the leaves, and sitting on the log beside her, picked up the books and opened one.
"Oh I will be careful," said the Girl.

"If you will trust me to collect for you, I will undertake only what I am sure I know, and I'll do exactly as you tell me." "There are a dozen things that bring a price ranging from three to fifteen cents a pound, that are in season just now.

I suppose you would like to begin on some common, easy things, that will bring the most money." Without a breath of hesitation she answered, "I will commence on whatever you are short of and need most to have." The heart of the Harvester gave a leap that almost choked him, for he was vividly conscious of a broken shoe she was hiding beneath her skirts.

He wanted to say "thank you," but he was afraid to, so he turned the leaves of the book.
"I am working just now on mullein," he said.
"Oh I know mullein," she cried, with almost a hint of animation in her voice.

"The tall, yellow flower stem rising from a circle of green felt leaves!" "Good!" said the Harvester.