“Two yea's ago, this summa.”
“Well! What did you do befoa you built this house?”
“We camped the first summa.”
“You camped? In a tent?”
“Well, it was pahtly a tent, and pahtly bank.”
“I should have thought you would have died.”
The girl laughed. “Oh, no, we all kept fast-rate. We slept in the tents--we had two—and we cooked in the shanty.” She smiled at the notion in adding, “At fast the neighbas thought we we'e Gipsies; and the summa folks thought we were Indians, and wanted to get baskets of us.”
Mrs. Lander did not know what to think, and she asked, “But didn't it almost perish you, stayin' through the winter in an unfinished house?”
“Well, it was pretty cold. But it was so dry, the air was, and the woods kept the wind off nicely.”
The same shrill voice in the region of the stovepipe which had sent the girl to the Landers now called her from them. “Clem! Come here a minute!”