“Just as soon as I am settled and rest a little.”
“Do you mean several days?”
“Yes, several days.”
“An eternity!” cried the Harvester with white lips. “I cannot let you go. Suppose you fall ill and fail to write me, and I do not know where you are, and there is no one to care for you.”
“But can't you see that I don't know where I will be? If it will satisfy you, I will write you a line to-morrow night and tell you where I am, and you can come later.”
“Is that a promise?” asked the Harvester.
“It is,” said the Girl.
“Then I will take these things to your neighbour and wait until to-morrow night. You won't fail me?”
“I never in all my life saw a man so wild over designs,” said the Girl, as she started toward the house.
“Don't forget that the design I'm craziest about is the same as the red bird's,” the Harvester flung after her, but she hurried on and made no reply.