Ivan, obviously doing his best to save her every minute of unnecessary labor, made haste, opening his arms to clutch the bundle and lay it in the cart.

As she raked together what was left of the hay, the young wife shook off the bits of hay that had fallen on her neck, and straightening the red kerchief that had dropped forward over her white brow, not browned like her face by the sun, she crept under the cart to tie up the load.

Ivan directed her how to fasten the cord to the cross-piece, and at something she said he laughed aloud.

In the expressions of both faces was to be seen vigorous, young, freshly awakened love.

The load was tied on.