"What are you willing to pay ?" "I'll give you twelve dollars a month, but you'll have to make long days." Twelve dollars a month! Tom's eyes sparkled with joy, for to him it seemed an immense sum--and it would go very far in the little family.
"I am quite sure mother will let me go," he said.

"I'll go in and ask her." "Do so, sonny, and I'll wait for you here." Thomas swung open the plank door, and entered the cabin.
It was about twenty feet one way by thirty the other.

It had three small windows, a deal floor, and the spaces between the logs of which it was built were filled in with clay.

It was certainly an humble dwelling, and the chances are that not one of my young readers is so poor as not to afford a better.

Yet, it was not uncomfortable.