And no other house is possible for a creature of the woods but a cabin, is there?
The birds use of the material they find here; surely I have the right to do the same.

Seems as if nothing else would serve, at least for me.

I was born and reared here, I've always loved you; of course, I can't use anything else for my home." He swung the ax and the chips flew as he worked on a straight half-grown oak.

After a time he paused an instant and rested, and as he did so he looked speculatively at his work.
"I wonder where she is to-day," he said.

"I wonder what she is going to think of a log cabin in the woods.