"For one thing," objected Tom Reade quizzically, "there are no leaves at this time of the year."
"What do we want leaves for?" queried Greg.
"To lay on the roof, like shingles."
"Bosh!" snapped Holmes. "We'd build our camp of wood."
"Well, where'll we get the wood?" came from Dave.
"We can carry it from home," proposed Greg.
"No lumber pile in our yard. Is there in yours?" Dave insisted.
"We can use the boards from old boxes and things," went on Greg desperately.
"Oh, excuse me!" mimicked Tom Reade. "I am not camping out in any grocery boxes at this cold time of the year."