“Build it up again! I’m not going to help build it up!” said another. “It’s too hard. I’m tired of this place, anyhow. Let’s move off to another woods. Maybe we can find a place near a chicken yard, and we can have all the chickens we want. Let’s move away, now that our house is smashed.”
“Yes, let’s do that!” cried some of the other tramps.
And those ragged men were so lazy that they did not want to go to the trouble of building a home for themselves! Perhaps they thought they could go off into the woods and find another already built. Anyhow, they stood around a little while longer. One or two of them picked up ragged coats and hats that were in the ruins of the hut, and some took old cans in which they heated soup. That was all they had to move.
“Well, come on! Let’s hike along!” said the red-haired tramp.
With hardly a look back at what had been a home for some of them for a long time, the tramps walked away through the woods. Toto and Sniffy, hiding in the bushes, watched the ragged men go.
“Look what we did!” said Sniffy to his brother.
“Yes, we cut down a tree, but we didn’t mean to make it fall on the house where the tramps lived,” said Toto.
“Anyhow, they’re going away, and that’s a good thing for us,” went on Sniffy. “Now we won’t have to make the dam so strong, nor move away ourselves.”
“That’s so,” agreed Toto. “I didn’t think about that. Why, Sniffy, we really drove the tramps away, didn’t we?”
“Yes,” answered his brother, “we did.”