"A hole in the ground," she cried.
Then, as the beflowered home she had left rose mirage-like in the window of her memory, she sobbingly re-stammered the words:
"A ... hole ... in ... the ... ground!"
CHAPTER III.[ToC]
It was not yet June, but the winds blow cold on the prairie later than June at nightfall. The moment the sun goes down, up come the chill winds.
Sick at heart, Seth coaxed the shuddering Celia down the steps into the cellar-like habitation dimly lighted by a single half window dug out mansard fashion at the side.