I really appear like a girl instead of a bony old woman." Then she looked over the dresses, selected a pretty white princesse, slipped it on, and went to the kitchen.

But the Harvester would not have her there.

He seated her at the dining table, beside the window overlooking the lake, lighted a pair of his home-made candles in his finest sticks, and placed before her bread, butter, cold meat, milk, and fruit, and together they ate their first meal in their home.
"If I had known," said the Harvester, "Granny Moreland is a famous cook.
She is a Southern woman, and she can fry chicken and make some especial dishes to surpass any one I ever knew.

She would have been so pleased to come over and get us an all-right supper." "I'd much rather have this, and be by ourselves," said the Girl.
"Well, you can bank on it, I would," agreed the Harvester.

"For instance, if any one were here, I might feel restrained about telling you that you are exactly the beautiful, flushed Dream Girl I have adored for months, and your dress most becoming.