"Well, you mind what I'm telling you," said Mr. Brown.
Hardly had he spoken when Sammy, who was using his shovel to scrape some snow from the ceiling of the house, sent his shovel right through the roof.
"Oh!" he cried.
He did not have a chance to say anything more, for, just then, the whole roof fell in, burying himself as well as Frank and Bob out of sight.
"I told you so!" cried Mr. Brown.
However, little harm was done, as the roof was too thin to hurt any of the boys. They began to dig themselves out, with Mr. Brown's help, and soon were outside the ruins of their snow house.
"That's too bad," said Bob.
"It sure is," agreed Frank.
"And it was all my fault," admitted Sammy, with a sigh.
"Never mind," went on Bob. "We can put boards across the walls, now, for a roof, and cover them with snow."
"I think that would be the safest plan," spoke Mr. Brown. The boys had much fun after that, in their snow house.
"Say, when are we going to take another trip to Pine Island, and look for—" began Sammy Brown one day, about a week after the falling in of the snow house roof.
"Were you going to say look for the hermit?" asked Bob, with a laugh.
"No, I meant Mr. Jessup, the hunter. I think it would be jolly to go up and camp there."
"It would," agreed Frank. "But we have to go to school. It wouldn't be much fun just to go for one day. I'd like to stay a week."
"Well maybe we could go when the Christmas vacation comes," suggested Sammy. "I'm going to ask my folks, anyhow."
