At the bottom of the slope she stepped aside to allow a team and wagon to pass.

The wagon was loaded with boxes that rattled and crashed about as the wheels bumped over stones and roots.

The driver of the team did not look at her.

He was holding back with his whole weight; his eyes bulged a little; he was sweating, in his face was a comedy of expression that made the girl smile in spite of herself.

Then she saw one of the bobbing boxes and the smile froze into a look of horror.