"Well, I'll bet they do it in Greenland and Iceland," persisted Fat, "so why couldn't we?"
"Because we don't wear white Polar bear clothes," laughed Chuck.
"There she comes,—she's falling!" cried the boys.
"Stay where you are until it's down," called Father Brown to the boys.
"There she comes! She's falling!" cried the boys.
There was a sharp creak and a swish of branches as the tree came down, and the boys now rushed over to help tie up the branches.
When that part of the work was finished, Reddy sang out:
"All together! Lift her on the sled. One, two, three!" and up it went.