“Oh they have worn themselves out!” cried the Girl impatiently. “First, Granny Moreland told me every least little detail of how I went out, and you resurrected me. I knew what she said was true, because she worked with you. Then Doctor Carey told me, and Mrs. Carey, and Doctor Harmon, and Molly, and even Granny's little assistant has left the kitchen to tell me that I owe my life to you, and all of them might as well have saved breath. I knew all the time that if ever I came out of this, and had a chance to be like other women, it would be your work, and I'm glad it is. I'd hate to be under obligations to some people I know; but I feel honoured to be indebted to you.”
“I'm mighty sorry they worried you. I had no idea——”
“They didn't 'worry,' me! I am just telling you that I knew it all the time; that's all!”
“Forget that!” said the Harvester. “Come back to our subject. What was it you wanted, dear?”
“To know if you have any objections to Doctor Harmon remaining in Onabasha?”
“Certainly not! It will be a fine thing for him.”
“Will it make any difference to you in any way?”
“Ruth, that's probing too deep,” said the Harvester.
“I don't see why!”
“I'm glad of it!”