Heaven is going to begin in Medicine Woods when we find her and prove to her that there lies her happy home.
"When we find her," repeated the Harvester softly and exultantly.

"When we find her!" He said it again and again, pronouncing the words with tender modulations.

Because he was chanting it in his soul, in his heart, in his brain, with his lips, he had a hasty glance for every woman he passed.

Light hair, blue eyes, and short figures got only casual inspection: but any tall girl with dark hair and eyes endured rather close scrutiny that morning.

He drove to the express office and delivered his packages and then to the hospital.