A gray-haired old man, travelling in a silk hat, wavered on the top step and went his way.

A fat woman loaded with bundles puffed as she clung trembling a second in fear she would miss the step she could not see.

A tall, slender girl with a face coldly white came next, and from the broken shoe she advanced, the bewildered fright of big, dark eyes glancing helplessly, the Harvester saw that she was poor, alone, ill, and in trouble.

Pityingly he turned to watch her, and as he gauged her height, saw her figure, and a dark coronet of hair came into view, a ghastly pallor swept his face.
"Merciful God!" he breathed, "that's my Dream Girl!" The truck started with a jerk.

The toppling box fell, struck a passing boy, and knocked him down.