Everything was so changed that the room had quite a different appearance.

The instant he laid her on it the Girl said, "This bed is not mine." "Yes it is," said the Harvester.

"You see, we were a little excited sometimes, and we spilled a few quarts of perfectly good medicine on your mattress.

It was hopelessly smelly and ruined; so I am going to cremate it and this is your splinter new one and a fresh pad and pillow.

Now you try them and see if they are not much harder and more comfortable." "This is just perfect!" she sighed, as she sank into the bed.
The Harvester bent over her to straighten the cover, when suddenly she reached both arms around his neck, and gripped him with all her strength.
"Thank you!" she said.
"May I hold you to-morrow ?" whispered the Harvester, emboldened by this.
"Please do," said the Girl.
The Harvester, with dog to heel, went to the oak to think.
"Belshazzar, kommen Sie!" said the man, dropping on the seat and holding out his hand.