"Do you bring wood all the way from there on your back?"
"When I get some."
"Aren't you tired?"
The child looked at him steadily, and then in a strange somewhat softened manner which belied her words, answered,
"No."
"You don't bring that big basket full, do you?"
She kept her bright eyes on him and nodded.
"I should think it would break your back."
"If I don't break my back I get a lickin'."
"Was that what you were crying for as you went by?"