No ma'am! It can't! Not possibly! Not ever! And when the day comes that its fires light your heart, you will come to me, and tell of a flood of delight that is tingling from the soles of your feet through every nerve and fibre of your body, and you will laugh with me at the time when you asked if it could be imitated successfully.

No, ma'am! Now let me help you to the cabin, serve a good supper, and see you eat like a farmer." All evening the Harvester was so gay he kept the Girl laughing and at last she asked him the cause.
"Relief, honey! Relief!" cried the man.

"You had me paralyzed for a minute, Ruth.

I thought you were trying to tell me that there was some one so possessing your heart that it failed every time you tried to think about caring for me.

If you hadn't convinced me before you finished that love never has touched you, I'd be the saddest man in the world to-night, Ruth." The Girl stared at him with wide eyes and silently turned away.
Then for a week they worked out life together in the woods.