"If there were all of the cups, saucers, and plates, I know where they would bring five hundred dollars," she said.
"Ruth, are you getting even with me for poking fun at them, or are you in earnest ?" asked the Harvester.
"I mean every word of it." "You really want a small, black walnut table made especially for those old dishes ?" "Not if you are too busy.

I could use it with beautiful effect and much pleasure, and I can't tell you how proud I'd be of them." The Harvester's face flushed.

"Excuse me," he said rising.

"I have now finished furnishing a house; I will go and take a peep at the engine." He went into the kitchen and hearing the rattle of dishes the Girl followed.

She stepped in just in time to see him hastily slide something into his pocket.