"Living here for years alone and never having had a sister, how am I going to know what a girl would like if you don't tell me?
I knew it would be too tiresome for you to walk, and I was waiting to find a reliable horse and a suitable carriage." "You won't scratch or spoil it up there ?" "I'll lower the top.

It is not as wide as the wagon, so nothing will touch it." "This is just so lovely, and such a wonderful treat, do you observe that I'm not saying a word about extravagance ?" asked the Girl, as she leaned back in the carriage and inhaled the invigorating wood air.
The horse climbed the hill, and the Harvester guided him down long, dim roads through deep forest, while he explained what large thickets of bushes were, why he grew them, how he collected the roots or bark, for what each was used and its value.

On and on they went, the way ahead always appearing as if it were too narrow to pass, yet proving amply wide when reached.

Excited redbirds darted among the bushes, and the Harvester answered their cry.

Blackbirds protested against the unusual intrusion of strange objects, and a brown thrush slipped from a late nest close the road wailing in anxiety.
One after another the Harvester introduced the Girl to the best trees, speculated on their age, previous history, and pointed out which brought large prices for lumber and which had medicinal bark and roots.