She rummaged into the contents of the cupboard.

She threw wood on the fire.

Then, finally, having exhausted her search and inquiry, she flopped down on one of the stools to gaze at Glenn in awe and admiration and incredulity.
"Glenn--you've actually lived here!" she ejaculated.
"Since last fall before the snow came," he said, smiling.
"Snow! Did it snow ?" she inquired.
"Well, I guess.

I was snowed in for a week." "Why did you choose this lonely place--way off from the Lodge ?" she asked, slowly.
"I wanted to be by myself," he replied, briefly.
"You mean this is a sort of camp-out place ?" "Carley, I call it my home," he replied, and there was a low, strong sweetness in his voice she had never heard before.
That silenced her for a while.

She went to the door and gazed up at the towering wall, more wonderful than ever, and more fearful, too, in her sight.