The Harvester thought of his dream and turned.
"Any women walking the water to-night?
Come if you like," he bantered, "I don't mind in the least.

In fact, I'd rather enjoy it.

I'd be so happy if you would come now and tell me how this appears to you, for it's all yours.

I'd have enlarged the store-room, dry-houses and laboratory for myself, but this cabin, never! The old one suited me as it was; but for you----I should have a better home." The Harvester glanced from the shining skeleton to the bridge of gold and back again.
"Where are you to-night ?" he questioned.

"What are you doing?
Can't you give me a hint of where to search for you when this is ready?
I don't know but I am beginning wrong.