“How unfortunate!” remarked the Harvester suavely.
“Explain yourself! Explain yourself, sir!”
“There never has been, there never will be, a man on this earth,” said the Harvester, “wholly free from mistakes. Are you warm now?” He turned to the little lady, cutting off a reply with his question.
“Nice and warm and quite sleepy,” she said.
“What may I bring you for a light lunch before you go to bed?”
“Oh, could I have a bite of something?”
“If only I am fortunate enough to have anything you will care for. What about a bowl of hot milk and a slice of toast?”
“Why I think that would be just the thing!”
“Excuse me,” said the Harvester rising.
He went to the kitchen and they could hear him moving around.