I must find a half dozen assistants to harvest this crop in that way, and it will be difficult, because it will come when my neighbours are busy with corn." "Maybe I can help you." "Not with ginseng digging," laughed the Harvester.

"That is not woman's work.

You may sit in an especially attractive place and boss the job." "Oh dear!" cried the Girl.

"Oh dear! I want to get out and walk." Gradually they had climbed the summit of the hill, descended on the other side, and followed the road through the woods until they reached the brier patches, fruit trees; and the garden of vegetables, with big beds of sage, rue, wormwood, hoarhound, and boneset.

From there to the lake sloped the sunny fields of mullein and catnip, and the earth was molten gold with dandelion creeping everywhere.
"Too hot to-day," cautioned the Harvester.