"Isn't this jolly, though?"
"It's warm enough without any kind of fire."
"I don't want any blubber."
"Nor any pork, either."
"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools—"
"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?"
It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself.
"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size."
"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say."
"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never build another. Couldn't hire 'em to."