The floor was earth, dry and clean.

There was a bed to the right, also wholesome and dry, with horse-blankets for cover.

At the back, opposite the doorway, was a fireplace of some size, and in it stood a kettle, a pot, and a few small pans, together with a covered saucepan.

On either side of the fireplace was a three-legged stool, and about the middle of the left-hand wall of the room was a chair which had been made out of a barrel, some of the staves having been sawn away to make a seat.
Once inside the house, Christopher Dogan laid his bag on the bed and waved his hands in a formula of welcome.
"Well, I'm honoured," he said, "for no one has set foot inside this place that I'd rather have here than the two of ye; and it's wonderful to me, Mr.Calhoun, that ye've never been inside it before, because there's been times when I've had food and drink in plenty.

I could have made ye comfortable then and stroked ye all down yer gullet.