He took up the bucket and set it inside the door.
"Is there anything I can do for you ?" "Nothing but go, before you make trouble." "Will you hide that stuff and walk back as far as the woods with me?
There is something more I want to say to you." The Girl staggered under the heavy load, and the man turned his head and tried to pretend he did not see.

Presently she came out to him, and they returned to the line of the woods.

Just as they entered the shade there was a flash before them, and on a twig a few rods away a little gray bird alighted, while in precipitate pursuit came a flaming wonder of red, and in a burst of excited trills, broken whistles, and imploring gestures, perched beside her.
The Harvester hastily drew the Girl behind some bushes.
"Watch!" he whispered.

"You are going to see a sight so lovely and so rare it is vouchsafed to few mortals ever to behold." "What are they fighting about ?" she whispered.
"You are witnessing a cardinal bird declare his love," breathed the Harvester.
"Do cardinals love different birds ?" "No.

The female is gray, because if she is coloured the same as the trees and branches and her nest, she will have more chance to bring off her young in safety.