He figured on how wide to make her bed and where it should stand.

He remembered her dressing table in placing windows and a space for a chest of drawers.

In fact there was nothing the active mind of the Harvester did not busy itself with in those days that might make a woman a comfortable home.

Every thought emanated from impulses evolved in his life in the woods, and each was executed with mighty tenderness.
A killdeer sweeping the lake close two o'clock one morning awakened him.
He had planned to close the sugar camp for the season that day, but when he heard the notes of the loved bird he wondered if that would not be a good time to stake out the foundations and begin digging.

There was yet ice in the ground, but the hillside was rapidly thawing, and although the work would be easier later, so eager was the Harvester to have walls up and a roof over that he decided to commence.
But when morning came and he and Belshazzar breakfasted and fed Betsy and the stock, he concluded to return to his first plan and close the camp.