“There are so many things I want to know,” she said.
The Harvester's firm fingers closed over hers. “Ruth, have you ever been sorry that you trusted me?”
“Never!” said the Girl instantly.
“Then suppose you keep it up,” said he. “Whatever it is that you want to know, don't use an iota of strength to talk or to think about it now. Just say to yourself, he loves me well enough to do what is right, and I know that he will. All you have to do is to be patient until you grow stronger than you ever have been in your life, and then you shall have exactly what you want, Ruth. Sleep like a baby for a week or two. Then, slowly and gradually, we will build up such a constitution for you that you shall ride, drive, row, swim, dance, play, and have all that your girlhood has missed in fun and frolic, and all that your womanhood craves in love and companionship. Happiness has come at last, Ruth. Take it from me. Everything you crave is yours. The love you want, the home, and the life. As soon as you are strong enough, you shall know all about it. Your business is to drink stimulants and sleep now, dear.”
“So tired of this bed!”
“It won't be long until you can lie on the couch and the veranda swing again.”
“Glory!” said the Girl. “David, I must have been full of fever for a long time. I can't remember everything.”
“Don't try, I tell you. Life is coming out right for you; that's all you need know now.”
“And for you, David?”
“Whenever things are right for you, they are for me, Ruth.”