stock. Then he put on white clothing for the evening. The Girl rested
while he washed the dishes, and they explored the lake in the little
motor boat, or drove to the city for supplies, or to see their friends.

"Are you even with your usual work at this time of the year?" she asked
as they sat at breakfast.

"I am," said the Harvester. "The only things that have been crowded out
are the candlesticks. They will have to remain on the shelf until the
herbs and roots are all in, and the long winter evenings come. Then I'll
use the luna pattern and finish yours first of all."

"What are you going to do to-day?"

"Start on a regular fall campaign. Some of it for the sake of having it,
and some because there is good money in it. Will you come?"

"Indeed yes. May I help, or shall I take my drawing along?"

"Bring your drawing. Next fall you may help, but as yet you are too
close suffering for me to see you do anything that might be even a
slight risk. I can't endure it."

"Baby!" she jeered.

"Christen me anything you please," laughed the Harvester. "I'm short on
names anyway."

He went to harness Betsy, and the Girl washed the dishes, straightened
the rooms, and collected her drawing material. Then she walked up the
hill, wearing a shirt and short skirt of khaki, stout shoes, and a straw
hat that shaded her face. She climbed into the wagon, laid the drawing
box on the seat, and caught the lines as the Harvester flung them to
her. He went swinging ahead, Belshazzar to heel, the Girl driving
after. The white pigeons circled above, and every day Ajax allowed his
curiosity to overcome his temper, and followed a little farther.

"Whoa, Betsy!" The Girl tugged at the lines; but Betsy took the bit
between her teeth, and plodded after the Harvester. She pulled with
all her might, but her strength was not nearly sufficient to stop the
stubborn animal.

"Whoa, David!" cried the Girl.

"What is it?" the Harvester turned.

"Won't you please wait until I can take off my hat? I love to ride
bareheaded through the woods, and Betsy won't stop until you do, no
matter how hard I pull."

"Betsy, you're no lady!" said the Harvester. "Why don't you stop when
you're told?"

"I shan't waste any more strength on her," said the Girl. "Hereafter I
shall say, 'Gee, David,' 'Haw, David,' 'Whoa, David,' and then she will
do exactly as you."

The Harvester stopped half way up the hill, and beside a large, shaded
bed spread the rug, an