The Harvester lacked experience in these arts, and yet by some wonderful instinct all of these things occurred to him.

There was real colour in the Girl's cheeks by the time he helped her into the cafe'.

They were guided to a small room, cool and restful, close a window, beside which grew a tree covered with talking leaves.

A waiting attendant, who seemed perfectly adept, brought in steaming bouillon, fragrant tea, broiled chicken, properly cooked vegetables, a wonderful salad, and then delicious ices and cold fruit.
The happy Harvester leaned back and watched the Girl daintily manage almost as much food as he wanted to see her eat.
When they had finished, "Now we are going home," he said.

"Will you try to like it, Ruth ?" "Indeed I will," she promised.