“What's the trouble, David?” he asked tersely.
The Harvester lifted a strained face.
“I came for help,” he said.
“Well you will get it! All you have to do is to state what you want.”
That seemed simplicity itself to the doctor. But when it came to putting his case into words, it was not easy for the Harvester.
“Go on!” said the doctor.
“You'll think me a fool.”
The doctor laughed heartily.
“No doubt!” he said soothingly. “No doubt, David! Probably you are; so why shouldn't I think so. But remember this, when we make the biggest fools of ourselves that is precisely the time when we need friends, and when they stick to us the tightest, if they are worth while. I've been waiting since latter February for you to tell me. We can fix it, of course; there's always a way. Go on!”
“Well I wasn't fooling about the dream and the vision I told you of then, Doc. I did have a dream—and it was a dream of love. I did see a vision—and it was a beautiful woman.”