“Let us go,” she said.
“But what about you?” asked the manager of the Harvester.
“Thunder!” cried the man aghast. “I was so busy getting everything else ready, I forgot all about myself. I can't stand before a minister beside her, can I?”
“Well I should say not,” said the manager.
“Indeed yes,” said the Girl. “I never saw you in any other clothing. You would be a stranger of whom I'd be afraid.”
“That settles it!” said the Harvester calmly. “Thank all of you more than words can express. I will come in the first of the week and tell you how we get along.”
Then they went to the carriage and started for the residence of a minister.
“Ruth, you are my Dream Girl to the tips of your eyelashes,” said the Harvester. “I almost wish you were not. It wouldn't keep me thinking so much of the remainder of that dream. You are the loveliest sight I ever saw.”
“Do I really appear well?” asked the Girl, hungry for appreciation.
“Indeed you do!” said the Harvester. “I never could have guessed that such a miracle could be wrought. And you don't seem so tired. Were they good to you?”