The May-apple beds lay close, and she drew from them.

She learned the uses and prices of the plant, and also made drawings of cohosh, moonseed and bloodroot.

That was so wonderful in its root colour, the Harvester filled the little cup with water and she began to paint.

Intensely absorbed she bent above the big, notched, silvery leaves and the blood-red roots, testing and trying to match them exactly.

Every few minutes the Harvester leaned over her shoulder to see how she was progressing and to offer suggestions.