He did not know how long it would require to bake the grease from that, but he was sure it was improving.

He thought he could clean the paint cup, but he imagined the harness oil one would require baking also.
As he stood busily working over the dishes, with light step the Girl came to the door.

She took one long look and understood.

She turned and swiftly went back to the cabin, but her shoulders were shaking.
Presently the Harvester came in and explained that after finishing in the dry-house he had gone to do the feeding.

Then he suggested that before it grew dark they should go through the rooms and see how they appeared, and gather the flowers the Girl wanted.