“Perhaps I am going to pay you eight and sell for ten.”
“I don't think you can. Five sounds fabulous to me. I can't believe that. If you wanted to make money you needn't have told me you took it. I never would have known. That isn't your reason!”
“Possibly I would like to atone for those tears I caused,” said the Harvester.
“Don't think of that! They are of no consequence to any one. You needn't do anything for me on that account.”
“Don't search for a reason,” said the Harvester, in his gentlest tones. “Forget that feature of the case. Say I'm peculiar, and allow me to do it because it would be a pleasure. In close two weeks I will bring you the money. Is it a bargain?”
“Yes, if you care to make it.”
“I care very much. We will call that settled.”
“I wish I could tell you what it will mean to me,” said the Girl.
“If you only would,” plead the Harvester.
“I must not burden a stranger with my troubles.”