"I guess not. You shall have one, if you like. A feller ain't nobody if he don't smoke," replied Joe.
But the boys decided not to smoke at first; and seeing there was plenty of sticks and brush in the woods, Tommy proposed that they should build a house—just for the fun of it.
"So we will; and when we get it done, we will smoke our cigars in it, and have a good time," replied Ben.
"That will be first rate," added Joe. "But how are you going to build it?"
"O, I know how. I have been to New York, and I know all about these things," said Tommy, beginning now to show his usual vanity.
"I say, Tom, do they make houses out of brush in New York?" asked Ben.
"No; but then I have been about more than you have, and I ought to know more, of course. I will be the builder, and you two shall be my servants."
"Look here, Tom—none of that talk, my boy. We ain't your servants, any how," said Joe.
"Never mind him, Joe," added Ben. "Let him build the house, if he can. I wonder what it will look like!"
"Well, you bring me the sticks and brush, and see if I don't build a good one," replied Tommy.