Suddenly she took his head between her hands, drew his face to hers and deliberately kissed him.

Then she drew away and searched his eyes.
"There!" she challenged.

"What is the matter with that ?" The Harvester's colour slowly faded to a sickly white.
"Ruth, you try me almost beyond human endurance," he said.

"'What's the matter with that ?'" He arose, stepped back, folded his arms, and stared at her.

"'What's the matter with that ?'" he repeated.