The Harvester gathered the Girl in his arms and carried her to the lake.

He laid her in his boat and taking the oars sent it along the bank in the shade, and through cool, green places.
"Now cry all you choose!" he said.
The overstrained Girl covered her face and sobbed wildly.

After a time he began to talk to her gently, and before she realized it, she was listening.
"Death has been kinder to her than life, Ruth," he said.

"She is lying as you saw her last, I think.

We lifted her very tenderly, wrapped her carefully, and brought her gently as we could.