"Why haven't I some also?
Am I supposed to have no 'tummy' ?" "Your turn next," said the Harvester, as he again gave her the fork and went to the kitchen.
When he returned and served the Girl he found her grandfather eating heartily.
"Why I think this is fun," said the gentle lady.

"I haven't had such a fine time in ages.

I love the heat of the flame on my body and things taste so good.

I could go to sleep without any narcotic, right now." Close her knee the Harvester knelt on the hearth with his toasting fork.
She leaned forward and ran her fingers through his hair.
"You're a braw laddie," she said.

"Now I see why Ruthie WOULD come." The Harvester took the frail hand and kissed it.