"And the cold nights, with the great fire roaring up the chimney!" supplied Greg.
"And some hunting!"
"And the jolly fun of cooking our own food!"
These youngsters, as they hurried along the street, were in grave danger of being lost in the depths of their own excitement.
"Say, I wonder if there'd be any fishing out there—through the ice?" demanded Harry Hazelton.
"There'd be some rabbit hunting, anyway," supplied Dan.
"If we can only get leave to go!" groaned Greg anxiously.
"See here, fellows," muttered Dick, halting suddenly. "We've simply got to get that leave from our parents!"
"But how?" challenged Dan.
"That's what we've got to think out right now. And, by hookey! I believe I have an idea. Fellows, we have ten dollars apiece."