Well, that dream was so real, that the next day I began building over my house, making furniture, and planting flowers for her; and every day, wherever I went, I watched for her."
"What nonsense!"
"I can't see it."
"You won't find a girl you dreamed about in a thousand years."
"Wrong!" cried the Harvester triumphantly. "Saw her in little less than three months, but she vanished and it took some time and difficult work before I located her again; but I've got her all solid now, and she doesn't escape."
"Is she a `lovely and gracious lady'?"
"She is!" said the Harvester, with all his heart.
"Young and beautiful, of course!"
"Indeed yes!"
"Please fill this glass. I told you what I was going to do."
The Harvester refilled the glass and the Girl drained it.
"Now won't you set aside these things and allow me to go to work?" she asked. "My call may come any minute, and I'll never forgive myself if I waste time, and don't draw your moth pattern for you."
"It's against my principles to hurry, and besides, my story isn't finished."
"It is," said the Girl. "She is young and lovely, gentle and a lady, you have her `all solid,' and she can't `escape';that's the end, of course. But if I were you, I wouldn't have her until I gave her a chance to get away, and saw whether she would if she could."
"Oh I am not a jailer," said the Harvester. "She shall be free if I cannot make her love me; but I can, and Iwill; I swear it."
"You are not truly in earnest?"
"I am in deadly earnest."
"Honestly, you dreamed about a girl, and found the very one?"
"Most certainly, I did."
"It sounds like the wildest romancing."
"It is the veriest reality."
"Well I hope you win her, and that she will be everything you desire."
"Thank you," said the Harvester. "It's written in the book of fate that I succeed. The very elements are with me. The South Wind carried a message to her for me. I am going to marry her, but you could make it much easier for me if you would."
"I! What could I do?" cried the Girl.
"You could cease being afraid of me. You could learn to trust me. You could try to like me, if you see anything likeable about me. That would encourage me so that I could tell you of my Dream Girl, and then you could show me how to win her. A woman always knows about those things better than a man. You could be the greatest help in all the world to me, if only you would."
"I couldn't possibly! I can't leave here. I have no proper clothing to appear before another girl. She would be shocked at my white face. That I could help you is the most improbable dream you have had."
"You must pardon me if I differ from you, and persist in thinking that you can be of invaluable assistance to me, if you will. But you can't influence my Dream Girl, if you fear and distrust me yourself. Promise me that you will help me that much, anyway."
"I'll do all I can. I only want to make you see that I am in no position to grant any favours, no matter how much I owe you or how I'd like to. Is the candlestick you are carving for her?"
"It is," said the Harvester. "I am making a pair of maple to stand on a dressing table I built for her. It is unusually beautiful wood, I think, and I hope she will be pleased with it."
"Please take these things away and let me begin. This is the only thing I can see that I can do for you, and the moth will want to fly before I have finished."
The Harvester cleared the table and placed the box, while the Girl spread the paper and began work eagerly.
"I wonder if I knew there were such exquisite things in all the world," she said. "I scarcely think I did. I am beginning to understand why you couldn't kill one. You could make a chair or a table, and so you feel free to destroy them; but it takes ages and Almighty wisdom to evolve a creature like this, so you don't dare. I think no one else would if they really knew. Please talk while I work."
"Is there a particular subject you want discussed?"
"Anything but her. If I think too strongly of her, Ican't work so well."
"Your ginseng is almost dry," said the Harvester.
"I think I can bring you the money in a few days."
"So soon!" she cried.
"It dries day and night in an even temperature, and faster than you would believe. There's going to be between seven and eight pounds of it, when I make up what it has shrunk. It will go under the head of the finest wild roots. I can get eight for it sure."
"Oh what good news!" cried the Girl. "This is my lucky day, too. And the little girl isn't coming, so Aunt Molly must be asleep. Everything goes right! If only Uncle Henry wouldn't come home!"
"Let me fill your glass," proffered the Harvester.
"Just half way, and set it where I can see it," said the Girl. She worked with swift strokes and there was a hint of colour in her face, as she looked at him. "Ihope you won't think I'm greedy," she said, "but truly, that's the first thing I've had that I could taste in----Ican't remember when."
"I'll bring a barrel to-morrow," offered the Harvester, "and a big piece of ice wrapped in coffee sacking."
"You mustn't think of such a thing! Ice is expensive and so are fruits."
"Ice costs me the time required to saw and pack it at my home. I almost live on the fruit I raise. I confess to a fondness for this drink. I have no other personal expenses, unless you count in books, and a very few clothes, such as I'm wearing; so I surely can afford all the fruit juice I want."
"For yourself, yes."
"Also for a couple of women or I am a mighty poor attempt at a man," said the Harvester. "This is my day, so you are not to talk, because it won't do any good.
Things go my way."
"Please see what you think of this," she said.
The Harvester arose and bent over her.
"That will do finely," he answered. "You can stop.
I don't require all those little details for carving, I just want a good outline. It is finished. See here!"
He drew some folded papers from his pocket and laid them before her.
"Those are what I have been working from," he said.
The Girl took them and studied each carefully.
"If those are worth five dollars to you," she said gently, "why then I needn't hesitate to take as much for mine.
They are superior."
