"In a city. New York. It isn't real living."
"I know a city!" she exclaimed. "Musq'oosis tell me. They got houses high as jack-pines. Windows wide as a river. At night a thousand thousand moons hang down to give the people light."
"Right!" said Sam. "What would you say to a sky-scraper I wonder?"
"What is sky-scraper?"
"Like fifty houses piled up one on top of the other, and reaching to the sky."
Bela pouted. "You mak' fun I think because I know not'ing."
"Honest to goodness!" he swore.
"What good to be so high?" she asked. "High roof no good."
"There are different floors inside. Fifty of them."
"How do people get to the top?"