``My gracious Heavenly Father,'' said the Harvester
reverently. ``Would it be like that?''



CHAPTER II

THE EFFECT OF A DREAM

Fully convinced at last that he had been dreaming,
the Harvester picked up his knives and
candlestick and entered the cabin. He placed
them on a shelf and turned away, but after a second's
hesitation he closed the box and arranged the sticks
neatly. Then he set the room in order and carefully
swept the floor. As he replaced the broom he thought
for an instant, then opened the door and whistled softly.
Belshazzar came at a rush. The Harvester pushed the
plate of food toward the hungry dog and he ate greedily.
The man returned to the front room and closed the door.

He stood a long time before his shelf of books, at last
selected a volume of ``Medicinal Plants'' and settled
to study. His supper finished, Belshazzar came scratching
and whining at the door. Several times the man
lifted his head and glanced in that direction, but he only
returned to his book and read again. Tired and sleepy,
at last, he placed the volume on the shelf, went to a
closet for a pair of bath towels, and hung them across a
chair. Then he undressed, opened the door, and ran