And when they pass over we will carry them up and lay them beside her under the oak, and we can take the house we build for them, if you like it better, and use this for a store-room." "Never!" said the Girl.

"Never! My sunshine room and gold garden so long as I live.

Never again will I leave them.

If this cabin grows too small, we will build all over the hillside; but my room and garden and this and the dining-room and your den there must remain as they are now." The Harvester arose and drew the davenport before the fireplace, and heaped pillows.

"You are so tired you are trembling, and your voice is quivering," he said.