As the Harvester arose the doctor took the seat.
"You go on!" he ordered gruffly.

"I'll do better alone." The Harvester stepped back.

The doctor's touch was easy and the Girl lay quietly for an instant, then she moved restlessly.
"You must be still now," he said gently.

"The moon is up, the lake is all white, and the birds are flying all around.

Lie still or you'll make yourself worse.