As for me, I do not require her pity.

I will be glad to know the beautiful, refined, and gentle woman you are so certain of, but not until I am better dressed and more attractive in appearance than now.

If you will give me your address, I will write you when I am ready for work." Silently the Harvester wrote it.

"Will you give me permission to take these things to your neighbour for you ?" he asked.

"They would serve until you can do better, and I have no earthly use for them." She hesitated.