He was an old man, and was dragging behind him a pile of faggots, which were placed upon two rough poles.

He was walking between these, holding two ends in his hands, while the others trailed along on the ground behind.
"Bargain with him, Paolo." "That is a heavy load, father," the latter said.
"Ay, it is heavy." "How much do you expect to get for your faggots in the town ?" "I shall get a crown," the man said.

"I would not take under, and they ought to be worth more than that now the snow has begun to fall." "We are going into the town," Paolo said.

"We are younger than you, and between us we could drag it along easily.

I have got a crown in my pocket to buy some things with.