"It's no use, Fred."
"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could."
"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we can't get 'em."
"No white bears, do you mean?"
"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have anything to do it with."
"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, "you're going for too much. We can get all the boys."
"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match."
"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that."
Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of Arctic Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing after breakfast.
"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around after some boys now."