When the carpenters had finished the last stroke on the big veranda they remained a day more and made flower boxes, and a swinging couch, and then the greedy Harvester kept the best man with him a week longer to help on the furniture.
"Ain't you going to say a word about her, Langston ?" asked this man as they put a mirror-like surface on a curly maple dressing table top.
"Her!" ejaculated the Harvester.

"What do you mean ?" "I haven't seen you bathe anywhere except in the lake since I have been here," said the carpenter.

"Do you want me to think that a porcelain tub, this big closet, and chest of drawers are for you ?" A wave of crimson swept over the Harvester.
"No, they are not for me," he said simply.

"I don't want to be any more different from other men than I can help, although I know that life in the woods, the rigid training of my mother, and the reading of only the books that would aid in my work have made me individual in many of my thoughts and ways.

I suppose most men, just now, would tell you anything you want to know.