“But then it would melt your house down.”
“It did melt it a little around the sides, and so made it grow larger: but it did not melt it down. We had some good boards for seats, and we could stay there in the cold days.”
“Yes,” said Mary Anna, “I remember I went in one cold, windy day, and I found you boys all snugly stowed in your snow-house, warm and comfortable, by a good blazing fire.”
“Once we made some candy in our snow-house,” said David.
“Did you?” said Caleb.
“Yes,” said David; “Mary Anna proposed the plan, and got mother to give us the molasses in a little kettle, and we put it upon three stones in our snow-house, and we boiled it all one Wednesday afternoon, and when it was done, we poured it out upon the snow. It was capital candy.”
“I should like to see a snow-house,” said Caleb, “very much.”
“Then should not you like to stay here next winter? And then we can make one,” said David.
“Perhaps I could make one in Boston,” said Caleb.
“Ho!” said Dwight, with a tone of contempt, “you couldn't make a snow-house.”