The old woman eyed him with a curious scrutiny which made him vaguely uncomfortable, so weird and uncanny was her look.
"Have you got any money?" she asked at last.
"A little," answered Dean, growing suddenly cautious.
"Well, you can come in," she said after a pause.
Dean entered, and cast a glance about him.
The cabin was certainly a primitive one. What furniture it contained seemed home made, put together awkwardly with such material as came to hand. In place of chairs were two boxes such as are used to contain shoes, placed bottom up. There was a small stove, the heat of which seemed grateful to the chilly young traveler.
"It is cold," remarked Dean, by way of opening the conversation.
"Humph!" answered the woman. "Have you come all the way to tell me that?"
"Evidently the old woman isn't sociable," thought Dean.
"Where do you live when you're to home?" asked the woman after a pause.