But when the case was properly presented, she put aside her drawing and stained her slender fingers gathering the seeds, and loved the work.
The sun was golden on the lake, the birds of the upland were clustering over reeds and rushes, for the sake of plentiful seed and convenient water.

Many of them sang fitfully, the notes of almost all of them were melodious, and the day was a long, happy dream.

There was but little left to gather until ginseng time.

For that the Harvester had engaged several boys to help him, for the task of digging the roots, washing and drying them, burying part of the seeds and preparing the remainder for market seemed endless for one man to attempt.

After a full day the Harvester lay before the fire, and his head was so close the Girl's knee that her fingers were in reach of his hair.