She worked with swift strokes and there was a hint of colour in her face, as she looked at him.

"I hope you won't think I'm greedy," she said, "but truly, that's the first thing I've had that I could taste in----I can't remember when." "I'll bring a barrel to-morrow," offered the Harvester, "and a big piece of ice wrapped in coffee sacking." "You mustn't think of such a thing! Ice is expensive and so are fruits." "Ice costs me the time required to saw and pack it at my home.

I almost live on the fruit I raise.

I confess to a fondness for this drink.

I have no other personal expenses, unless you count in books, and a very few clothes, such as I'm wearing; so I surely can afford all the fruit juice I want." "For yourself, yes." "Also for a couple of women or I am a mighty poor attempt at a man," said the Harvester.