She could catch glimpses of the Harvester as he worked.

She watched his deft ease in handling heavy timbers, and the assurance with which he builded.

Sometimes he stood and with tilted head studied his work a minute, then swiftly proceeded.

He placed three tree trunks on each side for pillars, laid joists across, formed his angle, and nailed boards as a foundation for shingling.
Occasionally he glanced toward the cabin, and finally came swinging up the drive.

He entered the kitchen softly, but when he saw the Girl in the window he sat at her feet.
"Oh but this is a morning, Ruth!" he said.
She looked at him closely.