“I want a glass and a spoon,” he said.
The Girl brought them.
“Where is she?”
“In the next room.”
At the sound of their voices a small girl came to the kitchen door.
“How do you do?” inquired the Harvester. “Is Mrs. Jameson asleep?”
“I don't know,” answered the child. “She just lies there.”
The Harvester gave her the glass. “Please fill that with water,” he said. Then he picked up the bucket and went into the front room. When the child came with the water he took a bottle from his pocket, filled the spoon, and handed it to her.
“Hold that steadily,” he said.
Then he slid his strong hands under the light frame and turned the face of the faded little creature toward him.