The sides were of canvas.

It had no ceiling.
But the rough-hewn shingles of the roof of the house sloped down closely.
The furniture was home made.

An Indian rug covered the floor.

The bed with its woolly clean blankets and the white pillows looked inviting.
"Is this where Glenn lay--when he was sick ?" queried Carley.
"Yes," replied Flo, gravely, and a shadow darkened her eyes.

"I ought to tell you all about it.