“But I don't want to stay here in the winter,” said Caleb.
“O, it is so cold and snowy;—and we can't play any.”
“That's a great mistake,” said Dwight; “we have fine times in the winter.”
“Why, what can you do?”
“O, a great many things; last winter we dug out a house in a great snow-drift under the rocks, and played in it a good deal.”
“But it must be very cold in a snow-house,” said Caleb.
“O, we had a fire.”
“A fire?” said Caleb.
“Certainly,” said Dwight, “We put some large stones for the fire-place, and let the smoke go out at the top.”