There wasn't more than twenty-five or thirty dollars' worth.
It doesn't amount to one tear." The girl arose so quickly, the Harvester could not see how she did it.
With a startled fright on her face, and the dark eyes swimming, she turned to him in one long look.

Words rolled from the lips of the man in a jumble.

Behind the tears there was a dull, expressionless blue in the girl's eyes and her face was so white that it appeared blank.

He began talking before she could speak, in an effort to secure forgiveness without condemnation.
"You see, I grow it for a living on land I own, and I've always gathered all there was in the country and no one cared.

There never was enough in one place to pay, and no other man wanted to spend the time, and so I've always felt free to take it.