Am I tiring you ?" "Yes," laughed the Harvester.

"You are almost as heavy as a large sack of leaves, but not quite equal to a bridge pillar or a log.

Be sure to think of that, and worry considerably.

You are in danger of straining my muscles to the last degree, my heart included." "Where is your heart ?" whispered the Girl.
"Right under your cheek," answered the Harvester.

"But for Heaven's sake, don't intimate that you are taking any interest in it, or it will go to pounding until your head will bounce.