You mustn't overwork yourself at anything.

The instant you feel in the least tired you must lie down and rest." "But Man! I'm tired every minute, with a dead, dull ache, and I don't feel as if I ever would be rested again in all the world." The Harvester took one of her hands, felt its fevered palm, fluttering wrist pulse, and noticed that the brilliant red of her lips had extended to spots on her cheeks.

He formed his resolution.
"Can't work on that bridge any more until I drive in for some big nails," he said.

"Do you mind being left alone for an hour ?" "Not at all, if Bel will stay with me.

I'll lie in the swing." "All right!" answered the Harvester.