Possibly she had a dream, too, and she wishes I would hurry.

Dear Lord!" The Harvester began to perspire as he strode down the hill.

He scarcely waited to hang the harness properly.

He did not stop to unload the wagon until night, but went after an ax and a board that he split into pegs.
Then he took a ball of twine, a measuring line, and began laying out his foundation, when the hard earth would scarcely hold the stakes he drove into it.

When he found he only would waste time in digging he put away the neatly washed kettles, peeled the spice brush, spread it to dry, and prepared his dinner.