You are so delicate and graceful and so modest.

I wish she could see you! I got to stop this or I won't be able to lift a root.

I never would if the ten cents a pound I'll get out of it were the only consideration." The Harvester gripped the mattock and advanced to the bed.

"What I must be thinking is that you are indispensable to the sick folks.

The steady demand for you proves your value, and of course, humanity comes first, after all.