The Harvester understood.
"Yes, it's mine! It's got sixty years of wonderful life in it, every one of them full of love and happiness for my dear Dream Girl.

Can you take it, Ruth ?" Her lips parted, the wine of life passed between.

She smiled faintly, and her eyelids dropped shut, but presently they opened again.
"David!" "My Dream Girl!" "Harvester ?" "Yes!" "Medicine Man ?" "Don't, Ruth! Save every breath to help your heart." "Life ?" "Life it is, Girl!" exulted the Harvester.

"Long life! Love! Home! The man you love! Every happiness that ever came to a girl! Nothing shall be denied you! Nothing shall be lacking! It's all in your hands now, Ruth.
We've all done everything we can; you must do the remainder.

It's your work to send every breath as deeply as you can.