They were clear, dusky wells, with shining lights at the bottom.
"Well I never would have believed it!" he cried.

"Doctor Harmon, you are a great physician! You have made her all over new, and in a few more days she will be on the veranda.

This is great!" "Do I appear so much better to you, Harvester ?" asked the Girl.
"Has no one thought to show you," cried the Harvester.

"Here, let me!" He stepped to her dressing table, picked up a mirror, and held it before her so that she could see herself.
"Seems to me I am dreadfully white and thin yet!" "If you had seen what I saw ten days ago, my Girl, you would think you appear like a pink, rosy angel now, or a wonderful dream." "Truly, do I in the least resemble a dream, David ?" "You are a dream.

The loveliest one a man ever had.