The Harvester drew the Girl to the bedside.
"Now straight in a line from here," he said, "across the lake to that big, scraggy oak, every clear night the moon builds a bridge of molten gold, and once you walked it, my girl, and came straight to me, alone and unafraid; and you were gracious and lovely beyond anything a man ever dreamed of before.

I'll have that to think of to-night.

Now come see the dining-room, kitchen, and hand-made sunshine." He led her into what had been the front room of the old cabin, now a large, long dining-room having on each side wide windows with deep seats.

The fireplace backwall was against that of the living-room, but here the mantel was bare.

All the wood-work, chairs, the dining table, cupboards, and carving table were golden oak.