“Don't you ever think of yourself?”
“Not when I am close you.”
“Ah! Then I shall have to grow strong very soon and think of you.”
The Harvester's smile was pathetic. He was unspeakably tired again.
“Never mind me!” he said. “Only get well.”
“David, was there a little horse?”
“There certainly was and is,” said the Harvester.
“You had not named him yet, but in a few days I can lead him to the window.”
“Was there something said about a boat?”
“Two of them.”