"I hoped so! Ruth, you wouldn't allow me to hold your hand just until we reach the cafe'?
It might save me from bursting with joy." "Yes," she said.

"But I must take off my lovely gloves first.

I want to keep them forever." "I'd hate the glove being removed dreadfully," said the Harvester, his eyes dancing and snapping.
"I'm sorry I am so thin and shaky," said the Girl.

"I will be steady and plump soon, won't I ?" "On your life you will," said the Harvester, taking the hand gently.
Now there are a number of things a man deeply in love can think of to do with a woman's white hand.

He can stroke it, press it tenderly, and lay it against his lips and his heart.