resses and selected the one to wear, he placed the
mattress, spread the padding and sheets, and encased the pillow. Then he
bent and pressed the springs with his hands.

"I think you will find that soft and easy enough for health," he said.
"All the personal belongings I had that clerk put up for you are in that
chest of drawers there. I put the little boxes in the top and went down.
You can empty and arrange them to-morrow. Just hunt out what you will
need now. There should be everything a girl uses there somewhere. I told
them to be very careful about that. If the things are not right or not
to your taste, you can take them back as soon as you are rested, and
they will exchange them for you. If there is anything I have missed that
you can think of that you need to-night, tell me and I'll go and get
it."

The Girl turned toward him.

"You couldn't be making sport of me," she said, "but Man! Can't you see
that I don't know what to do with half you have here? I never saw such
things closely before. I don't know what they are for. I don't know how
to use them. My mother would have known, but I do not. You overwhelm me!
Fifty times I've tried to tell you that a room of my very own, such
a room as this will be when to-morrow's sun comes in, and these, and
these, and these," she turned from the chest of boxes to the dressing
table, bed, closet, and bath, "all these for me, and you know absolutely
nothing about me----I get a big lump in my throat, and the words that
do come all seem so meaningless, I am perfectly ashamed to say them. Oh
Man, why do you do it?"

"I thought it was about time to spring another 'why' on me," said the
Harvester. "Thank God, I am now in a position where I can tell you
'why'! I do it because you are the girl of my dream, my mate by every
law of Heaven and earth. All men build as well as they know when the one
woman of the universe lays her spell on them. I did all this for myself
just as a kind of expression of what it would be in my heart to do if I
could do what I'd like. Put on the easiest dress you can find and I will
go and set out something to eat."

She stood with arms high piled with the prettiest dresses that could be
selected hurriedly, the tears running down her white cheeks and smiled
through them at him.

"There wouldn't be any of that liquid amber would there?" she asked.

"Quarts!" cried the Harvester. "I'll bring some. ... Does it really hit
the spot, Ruth?" he questioned as