So it was—just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them on, so that the house went up faster.
The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at work.
It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to stand on.
"I've got to stay inside."
"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you get out after your roof's on?"
"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair."
It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux use, when we've finished the house."
"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans.
He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of the roof.
"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob.