I----I'll send them on the lake, and I'll take care of you." "You won't read poetry to me ?" "I will not." "You won't moon at me ?" "No!" "Then hurry! But have them take your boat.

I am going to have the first ride in mine." "Indeed you are, and soon, too!" said the Harvester, marching up the hill as if he were leading hosts to battle.
He laid the Girl on the bed and covered her, and called Granny Moreland to sit beside her a few minutes.

He went into the gold garden and proposed that the doctor and the nurse go rowing until supper time, and they went with alacrity.

When they started he returned to the Girl and, sitting beside her, he told Granny to take a nap.

Then he began to talk softly all about wild music, and how it was made, and what the different odours sweeping down the hill were, and when the red leaves would come, and the nuts rattle down, and the frost fairies enamel the windows, and soon she was sound asleep.