Well, I’ll go—if you think—
Lloyd
Frum the outside it looks jist like any log cabin. But when you open the door, and look in—whut do you see? Steps! Three steps a-goin’ down to the dirt floor. It’s part under the ground—
Betty
Oh! Like it growed up out o’ the ground—?
Lloyd
Yes, jist like that! Like it growed out o’ the ground!
Betty (with conviction)
It growed out o’ the ground. It growed out o’ the same ground the big woods growed out of! (She shudders.)
Lloyd