Her intense interest precluded any humor at this moment.

Not until she actually saw the log cabin Glenn had erected with his own hands had she been conscious of any great interest.
But sight of it awoke something unaccustomed in Carley.

As she stepped into the cabin her heart was not acting normally for a young woman who had no illusions about love in a cottage.
Glenn's cabin contained one room about fifteen feet wide by twenty long.
Between the peeled logs were lines of red mud, hard dried.

There was a small window opposite the door.

In one corner was a couch of poles, with green tips of pine boughs peeping from under the blankets.