at be great,
Ruth?"

"With you, yes, I think it will."

"That will do for this time," said the Harvester, as he opened the door
to her room. "Lie and rest until I say ready."

As he went to meet the men, she could hear him singing lustily, "Praise
God from whom all blessings flow."

"What a child he is!" she said. "And what a man!"

For an hour heavy feet sounded through the cabin carrying furniture to
different rooms. Then with a floor brush in one hand, and a polishing
cloth in the other, the Harvester tapped at her door and helped the Girl
upstairs. He had divided the space into three large, square sleeping
chambers. In each he had set up a white iron bed, a dressing table, and
wash stand, and placed two straight-backed and one rocking chair, all
white. The walls were tinted lightly with green added to the plaster.
There was a mattress and a stack of bedding on each bed, and a large rug
and several small ones on the floors. He led her to the rocking chair in
the middle room, where she could see through the open doors of the other
two.

"Now," said the Harvester, "I didn't know whether the room with two
windows toward the lake and one on the marsh, or two facing the woods
and one front, was the guest chamber. It seemed about an even throw
whether a visitor would prefer woods or water, so I made them both guest
chambers, and got things alike for them. Now if we are entertaining two,
one can't feel more highly honoured than the other. Was that a scheme?"

"Fine!" said the Girl. "I don't see how it could be surpassed."

"'Be sure you are right, then go ahead,'" quoted the Harvester. "Now
I'll make the beds and Mr. Rogers can hang the curtains. Is white
correct for sleeping rooms? Won't that wash best and always be fresh?"

"It will," said the Girl. "White wash curtains are much the nicest."

"Make them short Mr. Rogers; keep them off the floor," advised the
Harvester. "And simple----don't arrange any thing elaborate that will
tire a woman to keep in order. Whack them off the right length and pin
them to the poles."

"How about that, Mrs. Langston?" asked the decorator.

"I am quite sure that is the very best thing to do," said the Girl; and
the curtains were hung while the mattress was placed.

"Now about this?" inquired the Harvester. "Do I put on sheets and fix
these beds ready to use?"

"I would not," said the Girl. "I would spread the pad and the
counterpane and lay the sheets and pillows in the clos