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. Another maid opened the door, and
once more he asked to speak with the lady of the house. As the girl
turned, a handsome old woman in cap and morning gown came down the
stairs.

"What have you there?" she asked.

The Harvester lifted the leaves and exposed the musky, crimpled, big
mushrooms.

"Oh!" she cried in delight. "Indeed, yes! We are very fond of them. I
will take the basket, and divide with my sons. You are sure you have no
poisonous ones among them?"

"Quite sure," said the Harvester faintly.

"How much do you want for the basket?"

"They are a dollar a dozen; I haven't counted them."

"Dear me! Isn't that rather expensive?"

"It is. Very!" said the Harvester. "So expensive that most people don't
think of taking over a dozen. They are large and very rich, so they go a
long way."

"I suppose you have to spend a great deal of time hunting them? It does
seem expensive, but they are fresh, and the boys are so fond of them.
I'm not often extravagant, I'll just take the lot. Sarah, bring a pan."

Again the Harvester stood and watched an entire basket counted over and
carried away, and he felt the robber he had been called as he took the
money.

At the next house he had learned a lesson. He carpeted a basket with
leaves and counted out a dozen and a half into it, leaving the remainder
in the wagon. Three blocks on one side of the street exhausted his
store and he was showered with orders. He had not seen any one that even
resembled a dark-eyed girl. As he came from the last house a big, red
motor shot past and then suddenly slowed and backed beside his wagon.

"What in the name of sense are you doing?" demanded Doctor Carey.

"Invading the residence district of Onabasha," said the Harvester.
"Madam, would you like some nice, fr