If you can believe only in death, leave us! She is my wife, and if this is the end she belongs to me, and I will do as I choose with her.

All of you go!" The Harvester stepped to the bathroom door and called Granny Moreland.
"Granny," he said, "science has turned tail, and left me in extremity.
Fill your hot-water bottles and come in here with your heart big with hope and help me save my Dream Girl.

She is breathing Granny; we've got to make her keep it up, that's all----just keep her breathing." He returned to the sunshine room, placed a small table beside the bed, and on it a glass of water, spoon, and a hypodermic syringe.

When Granny Moreland came he said: "Now you begin on her feet and rub with long, sweeping, upward strokes to drive the blood to her heart." Around the Girl he piled hot-water bottles and breathlessly hung over her, rubbing her hands.

He wiped the perspiration from her forehead, and then dropped by her bed and for a second laid his face on her cold palm.
"If I am wrong, Heaven forgive me," he prayed.