As the Harvester appeared she inquired, "Is Ajax now sending a wireless to Ceylon asking for a mate ?" The Harvester looked at her quizzically and saw a gleam of mischief in the usually dull dark eyes that delighted him.
"That is the customary supposition when he finds voice," he said.

"But since this has become your home, you are bound to learn some of my secrets.

One of them I try to guard is the fact that Ajax has a temper.
No my dear, he is not always sending a wireless, I am sorry to say.

I wish he was! As a matter of fact he is venting his displeasure at any difference in our conditions.

He hates change.