If they were from the ones I gathered that morning they should have been all right." A tree toad dared him to come on; a chipmunk grew saucy as the Harvester bent to an unloved task.

If he stripped the bed as closely as he dared and not injure it, he could not fill half his orders; so, deftly and with swift, skilful fingers and an earnest face, he worked.

Belshazzar came down the hill on a rush, nose to earth and began hunting among the plants.

He never could understand why his loved master was so careless as to go to work before he had pronounced it safe.

When the fern bed was finished, the Harvester took time to make a trip to town, but there was no word waiting him; so he went to the mullein.