Bel, how about the grimness of it, if she should marry him and then discover that he hurts her, and she wants me.

Lord God Almighty, if you have any mercy at all, never put me up against that," prayed the Harvester, "for my heart is water where she is concerned." The Harvester arose, and going to the lake, he cut an arm load of big, pink mallows, covered each mound with fresh flowers, whistled to the dog, and went to his work.

Many things had accumulated, and he cleaned the barn, carried herbs from the dry-house to the store-room, and put everything into shape.

Close noon the next day he went to Onabasha, and was gone three hours.

He came back barbered in the latest style, and carrying a big bundle.