He almost killed the porters, and he raved at me.

He said my mother had ruined their lives, and now I would be their death.

I got so frightened I had a nervous chill and I'm so afraid she will grow worse----" "You poor child!" shuddered the Harvester.

"I see! I understand! What you need is quiet and a good rest." He placed her in a big easy chair and sitting on the hearth rug he leaned against her knee and said, "Now tell me, unless you are so tired that you should go to bed." "I couldn't possibly sleep until I have told you," said the Girl.
"If you're merciful, cut it short!" implored the Harvester.
"I think it begins," she said slowly, "when I went because you sent me and I didn't want to go.

Of course, as soon as I saw grandfather and grandmother, heard them talk, and understood what their lives had been, and what might have been, why there was only one thing to do, as I could see it, and that was to compensate their agony the best I could.