The Girl bent over the drawing. The Harvester worked with his attention divided between her, the bridge, and the road. At last he saw the big red car creeping up the valley.
“Seems to be some one coming, Ruth! Guess it must be Doc. I'll go open the gate?”
“Yes,” said the Girl. “I'm so glad. You won't forget to ask him to help me if he can?”
The Harvester wheeled hastily. “I won't forget!” he said, as he hurried to the gate. The car ran slowly, and the Girl could see him swing to the step and stand talking as they advanced. When they reached her they stopped and all of them came forward. She went to meet them. She shook hands with Mrs. Carey and then with the doctor.
“I am so glad you have come,” she said.
“I hope you are not lonesome already,” laughed the doctor.
“I don't think any one with brains to appreciate half of this ever could become lonely here,” answered the Girl. “No, it isn't that.”
“A-ha!” cried the doctor, turning to his wife. “You see that the beautiful young lady remembers me, and has been wishing I would come. I always said you didn't half appreciate me. What a place you are making, David! I'll run the car to the shade and join you.”
For a long time they talked under the trees, then they went to see the new home and all its furnishings.
“Now this is what I call comfort,” said the doctor. “David, build us a house exactly similar to this over there on the hill, and let us live out here also. I'd love it. Would you, Clara?”