Harv spent awhile bothering the men who were putting shingles on the 
roof, then wandered about in the fields for most of the day, kicking small 
rocks from place to place, generally scoping out the boundaries and general 
condition of the community centered on the Millhouse. Nell checked in on him 
from time to time. At first he looked tense and skeptical, then he relaxed and 
enjoyed it, and finally, late in the afternoon, he became surly and perched 
himself on a
boulder above the running stream, tossing pebbles into it, chewing his 
thumbnail, and thinking.