“Don't believe him, Doctor!” laughed the Girl. “If you know him, you will understand that to offer all he had was like him, when he saw my necessity. You will come to see us soon?”
“I'll come right now,” said the doctor. “I'll bring my wife and arrive by the time you do.”
“Oh no you won't!” said the Harvester. “Do you observe the bed of this wagon? This happened all 'unbeknownst' to us. We have to set up housekeeping after we reach home. We will notify you when we are ready for visitors. Just you subside and wait until you are sent for.”
“Why David!” cried the astonished Girl.
“That's the law!” said the Harvester tersely. “Good-bye, Doc; we'll be ready for you in a day or two.”
He leaned down and held out his hand. The grip that caught it said all any words could convey; and then Betsy started up the hill.
CHAPTER XIII. WHEN THE DREAM CAME TRUE
At first the road lay between fertile farms dotted with shocked wheat, covered with undulant seas of ripening oats, and forests of growing corn. The larks were trailing melody above the shorn and growing fields, the quail were ingathering beside the fences, and from the forests on graceful wings slipped the nighthawks and sailed and soared, dropping so low that the half moons formed by white spots on their spread wings showed plainly.
“Why is this country so different from the other side of the city?” asked the Girl.