He dropped the barrow and stooped to the box.

The girls watched him hold back his face--the boughs pricked him.
"Is it very heavy ?" asked Millicent.
"Ay!" he replied, with a little grunt.

Then the procession set off--the trundling wheel-barrow, the swinging hissing tree, the two excited little girls.

They arrived at the door.

Down went the legs of the wheel-barrow on the yard.