"Then I will go alone," said the harvester, picking up the bucket and starting.
And so there arose the first consolidation in the harvester business.
She cuddled against the harvester and lifting a tremulous white hand, drew it across his unshaven cheek.
Since the great failure, he has been in the harvester business only intermittently.
The harvester cried once more and peered across the lake, watching for the shadow of silent wings.
This was the first and only “easy money” that was ever made in the harvester world.
The harvester felt able that morning to find his Dream Girl without assistance before the day was over.
Whoever operates a harvester must not only be intelligent: he must be free.
It paid to collect those leaves, so the harvester hastily stripped the amount he wanted.
All know that a harvester is largely constructed of iron and steel.