When the hour for arranging the bed came, he was yet in his room, but he sent word he would be there in a second.
As he crossed the living-room he pulled a chair to the veranda and placed a footstool before it.

Then he stepped into the sunshine room.

A quizzical expression crossed the face of Doctor Harmon as he closed the book he was reading aloud to the Girl and arose.

Wholly unembarrassed the Harvester smiled.
"Have I got this rigging anywhere near right ?" he inquired.
"David, what have you done ?" gasped the amazed Girl.
"I didn't feel anywhere near up to the 'mark of my high calling' yesterday," quoted the Harvester.

"I don't know how I appear, but I'm clean as shaving, soap and hot water will make me, and my clothing will not smell offensively.