She had a problem----and it worried her dreadfully, and I just wondered what you would think of it." The Harvester shifted his position so that he could watch the side of the averted face.
"You'll have to tell me, before I can tell you," he suggested.
"She was a girl who never had anything from life but work and worry.

Of course, that's the only kind I'd know! One day when the work was most difficult, and worry cut deepest, and she really thought she was losing her mind, a man came by and helped her.

He lifted her out, and rescued all that was possible for a man to save to her in honour, and went his way.

There wasn't anything more.

Probably there never would be.