"Too rough walking.

Wait until fall, and I have a treat there for you.

Another flower I want you to love because I do." "I will," said the Girl promptly.

"I feel it in my heart." "Well I am glad you feel something besides the ache of fever," said the Harvester.

Then noticing her tired face he added: "Now this little horse had quite a trip from town, and the wheels cut deeply into this woods soil and make difficult pulling, so I wonder if I had not better put him in the stable and let him become acquainted with Betsy.