The Harvester felt able that morning to find his Dream Girl without assistance before the day was over.

It was merely a matter of going to the city and locating a woman.

Yesterday, it had been a question of whether she really existed.
To-day, he knew.

Yesterday, it had meant a search possibly as wide as earth to find her.

To-day, it was narrowed to only one location so small, compared with Chicago, that the Harvester felt he could sift its population with his fingers, and pick her from others at his first attempt.