Don't worry, Ruth, you are all right! That kiss was lovely.

Tell me that you are not angry with me." Her eyes were wet as she smiled at him.
"If there is a bigger brute than a man anywhere on the footstool, I should like to meet it," said the Harvester, "and see what it appears like.

Go along, honey; I'll be there as soon as I load." He drove to the dry-house, washed and spread his reaping on the big trays, fed the stock, dressed in the white clothing and entered the kitchen.

That the Girl had been crying was obvious, but he overlooked it, helped with the work, and then they took a boat ride.

When they returned he proposed that she should select her favourite likeness of her mother, and the next time he went to the city he would take it with his, and order the enlargements he had planned.