“How big is it?” I cried.
“It's about half o' this here room, I reckon.”
(“This here room” was about six of my rooms in New York!)
“And where is it?” I cried. “How can I get there?”
“Oh, you don't want to go to no sech place ez that!” said the farmer. “There ain't no bed nor nothin' in it! An' it's two mile out there in the woods!”
Let anybody imagine how my heart was going! “Who can show it to me?” I panted.
“Why,” said he, “I'm the man that's in charge of it; but I—”
“And can you rent it to me for a month?”
“Why, I don't know any reason why I can't rent it to you for a year—only it ain't worth nothin', an'—”
“Then rent it to me! The less it is worth the better it will suit me. But come, show me where it is!”