I like the hill, but I love the lake more." "Now if you just would love me," said the Harvester, "you would have all Medicine Woods in your heart." "Don't hurry me so!" said the Girl.

"You gave me a year; and it's only a few weeks, and I've not been myself, and I'm not now.

I mustn't make any mistake, and all I know for sure is that I want you most, and I can rest best with you, and I miss you every minute you are gone.

I think that should satisfy you." "That would be enough for any reasonable man," said the Harvester angrily.

"Forgive me, Ruth, I have been cruel.