When she had lifted the remaining hay to him with a rake, she shook the chaff from her neck, straightened the kerchief that had slipped from her forehead, which showed white where the sun had not reached it, and crawled under the cart to help rope up.
Tesogli l’ultimo fieno raccolto col rastrello, la donna scosse via le festuche che le si erano insinuate intorno al collo e, rimesso a posto il fazzoletto rosso sulla fronte bianca non ancora abbronzata, si ficcò sotto il carro per legare il carico.