The tulip poplar will bear you the loveliest flowers of all, and its root bark, taken in winter, makes a good fever remedy." "How would it do to eat some of the leaves and see if they wouldn't take the feverishness from me ?" "It wouldn't do at all," said the Harvester.

"We are well enough fixed to allow Doc to come now, and he is the one to allay the fever." "Oh no!" she cried.

"No! I don't want to see a doctor.

I will be all right very soon.

You said I was better." "You are," said the Harvester.