The place that I stay is a traditional African hut.
Up the hill they went to the old woman's hut.
There was a large, empty hut on the island,and I brought builders from Scotland to make the hut into a laboratory for me.
Isat in my dark hut, and felt both angry and sad.
I ran out of the house and later returned silently to my hut.
Soon I saw a small hut where an old man was cooking his breakfast over a fire.
He took me to a mountain hut where he lit a fire.
Weknew that Jim was locked up in a hut outside the house.
Heoften went away into town too,and thenhe always locked me in the hut.