David, won't you take me far enough up the hill that I can look from the top to the lake ?" "Certainly," said the Harvester.

"Excuse us a little while, Ruth!" As soon as they were gone the Girl turned to the doctor.
"Doctor Carey, David says you are great.

Won't you exercise your art on me.

I am not at all well, and oh! I'd so love to be strong and sound." "Will you tell me," asked the doctor, "just enough to show me what caused the trouble ?" "Bad air and water, poor light and food at irregular times, overwork and deep sorrow; every wrong condition of life you could imagine, with not a ray of hope in the distance, until now.

For the sake of the Harvester, I would be well again.