He arose, opened the door, and stood by it for a few minutes, while the fresh air poured in.
Jarvis awoke and chuckled.
"I know what's the matter with you, Harry," he said.

"After you've lived out of doors a long time you feel penned up in houses.

If it wasn't for rain an' snow I'd do without roofs 'cept in winter.

Leave the door wide open, an' we'll both sleep better.

Nothin', of course, would wake that lunkhead, Ike, my nephew.