The full flare of moonlight fell on the glowing face of the Girl.
"Harvester, is it you ?" she asked.
"Yes," gasped the man.
Two hands came fluttering out, and he just had presence of mind to step in range so that they rested on his shoulders.
"Has the bluebird come ?" "Not yet!" "Then I am not too late ?" "Never too late to come to me, Ruth." "I am welcome ?" "I have no words to tell you how welcome." She swayed forward and the Harvester tried to reach her lips, but they brushed his cheek and touched his ear.
"I have brought one more kiss I want to try," she whispered.
The Harvester crushed her in his arms until he frightened himself for fear he had hurt her, and murmured an ecstasy of indistinct love words to her.

Presently her feet touched the ground and she drew away from him.
"Harvester," she whispered, "I couldn't wait any longer; indeed I could not: and I couldn't leave grandfather and grandmother, and I didn't know what in the world to do, so I just brought them along.

Are they welcome ?" "Aside from you, I would rather have them than any people on earth," said the Harvester.
There were two sounds in the car; one was an approving murmur, and the other an undeniable snort.

The Harvester felt the reassuring pressure of the Girl's hand.
"Please, Ruth," he said, "go turn on the light so that I can see to help grandmother." A foot stamped before the front seat.

"Madam Herron, if you please!" cried an acrid voice.
"'Madam Herron,'" said the Harvester gently, as he set a foot on the step, reached in and bodily picked up a little old lady and started up the walk with her in his arms.
"Careful there, sir!" roared a voice after him.
The Harvester could feel the quake of the laughing woman and he smiled broadly as he entered the cabin, and placed her in a large chair before the fire.