Lloyd

Why, Betty! I never seen you like this!

Betty

Betty

I never been like this. Come on, to the Lake—

Lloyd (patiently)

Lloyd

Now, Betty, to the cabin first. Why, you’re cold! They’ll be a fa’r a-burnin’ thar. I doan know who’s a-livin’ thar, but we’ll go up and knock, and ask t’ git warm. They’ll be up. Country folks git up early. And they’ll have a fa’r—a nice roarin’ warm fa’r in the fa’rplace fer us to git warm at. Won’t you like that?

Betty

Betty

Mebbe—

Lloyd

Lloyd

It’s the funniest kind o’ cabin you ever see. It’s a log cabin. I been in it a long time ago with Paw. It’s a nice log cabin. An’ they’ll have a fa’r.

Betty (reluctantly)

Betty

Well, I’ll go—if you think—

Lloyd

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—

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