I am hurt too badly myself.

I wonder if what Doc said was the right way! It's certainly a temptation." Then he went home; and again Betsy veered at the hospital, and once more the Harvester explained to her that he did not want to see the doctor.
That evening and the following forenoon were difficult, but the Harvester lived through them, and in the afternoon went back to the woods, spread his rug, and set up the table.

Only one streak of luck brightened the gloom in his heart.

A yellow emperor had emerged in the night, and now occupied the place of yesterday's luna.

She never need know it was not the one he wanted, and it would make an excuse for the colour box.
He was watching intently and saw her coming a long way off.