"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?"
"Well, but what'll you do for windows?"
"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too thick, we just could have some windows."
"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze more'n an inch last night."
He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost on a run after some of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy.
Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as clear as glass. The light'll come right through."
So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those windows.
"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from looking in."
"Hullo! see what Rory's got."
"Buffalo-skins!"