Her beautiful face was transfigured with joy, aflame with love, radiant with smiles, and her tall figure fleecy white, rimmed in gold.

Up the shining path of light she steadily advanced toward his door.

Then the Harvester understood, and from his exultant heart burst the wordless petition: "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, HELP ME TO BE A MAN!" With outstretched arms he arose to meet her.
"My Dream Girl!" he cried hoarsely.

"My Dream Girl!" "Coming, Harvester!" she answered in tones of joy, as she dropped the white flower and lifted her hands to draw his face toward her.
"Is that the kiss you wanted ?" she questioned.
"Yes, Ruth," breathed the Harvester.
"Then I am ready to be your wife," she said.

"May I share all the remainder of life's joys and sorrows with you ?" The Harvester gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bench on the lake shore.