It must smell musty and be yellow.
I want it fresh and clean." "So what I been hearing is true, David ?" "Quite true!" said the Harvester.
"Whose girl is she, and when are you going to jine hands ?" The Harvester lifted his clear eyes and hesitated.
"Doc Carey laid you in my arms when you was born, David.

I tended you 'fore ever your ma did.

All your life you've been my boy, and I love you same as my own blood; it won't go no farther if you say so.

I'll never tell a living soul.

But I'm old and 'til better weather comes, house bound; and I get mighty lonely.