May I help, or shall I take my drawing along ?" "Bring your drawing.

Next fall you may help, but as yet you are too close suffering for me to see you do anything that might be even a slight risk.

I can't endure it." "Baby!" she jeered.
"Christen me anything you please," laughed the Harvester.

"I'm short on names anyway." He went to harness Betsy, and the Girl washed the dishes, straightened the rooms, and collected her drawing material.

Then she walked up the hill, wearing a shirt and short skirt of khaki, stout shoes, and a straw hat that shaded her face.