If he did, he only would see a maid.
As he stood an instant debating, the door of the house he just had left opened and the girl ran after him.

"If you have more, we will take them," she called.
The Harvester gasped for breath.
"They have to be used at once," he suggested.
"She knows that.

She wants to treat her friends." "Well she has got enough for a banquet," he said.

"I--I don't usually sell more than a dozen or two in one place." "I don't see why you can't let her have them if you have more." "Perhaps I have orders to fill for regular customers," suggested the Harvester.
"And perhaps you haven't," said the maid.

"You ought to be ashamed not to let people who are willing to pay your outrageous prices have them.
It's regular highway robbery." "Possibly that's the reason I decline to hold up one party twice," said the Harvester as he entered the gate and went up the walk to the front door.
"You should be taught your place," called the maid after him.
The Harvester again rang the bell.