"Two of 'em."
"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches—"
"And a snow stove."
"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm."
"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders.
"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork."
"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon."
"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try it."
They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs like so many Turks.
"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory.