Oh Man, I can't touch this." "I see," said the Harvester.
He reached over, picked up the glass, and poured its contents into the jug.

He repacked the fruit and closed the wafer box.

Then he made a trip to the thicket and came out putting something into his pocket.
"Come on!" he said.

"We are going to the house." She stared at him.
"I simply don't dare." "Then I will go alone," said the Harvester, picking up the bucket and starting.
The Girl followed him.
"Uncle Henry may come any minute," she urged.
"Well if he comes and acts unpleasantly, he will get what he richly deserves." "And he will make me pay for it afterward." "Oh no he won't!" said the Harvester, "because I'll look out for that.
This is my lucky day.

He isn't going to come." When he reached the back door he opened it and stepped inside.