A ray of red light touched the opposite embankment and came wavering across the surface.

The Harvester sat up.

Two big, flaming eyes were creeping up the levee.
"That," said the Harvester, "might be Doc coming for me to help him try out my bottled sunshine, or it might be my bluebird." He tossed back the cover, swung his feet to the floor, setting each in a slipper beside the bed, and arose, dressing as he started for the door.
As he opened the screen and stepped on the veranda a passenger car from the city stopped, and the Harvester went down the walk to meet it.

His heart turned over when he saw a woman's hand on the door.
"Permit me," he said, taking the handle and bringing it back with a sweep.

A tall form arose, bent forward, and descended to the step.