The day I reach that hill top again, Heaven begins for me.

Do you know the wonderful thing the Harvester did up there ?" "Under the oak ?" "Yes." "Carey told me.

It was marvellous." "Not such a marvel as another the doctor couldn't have known.

The Harvester made passing out so natural, so easy, so a part of elemental forces, that I almost have forgotten her tortured body.

When I think of her now, it is to wonder if next summer I can distinguish her whisper among the leaves.