When the spruce boughs were brought in they were placed on top of the framework thus erected, and in a few moments the roof was on.
The ends of the lean-to were closed by hanging spruce boughs over them.
The roof boughs were all laid in the same direction, butts towards the front, tops towards the rear.
This accomplished, a little green house had appeared like magic, but it was not yet complete.

Spruce boughs were brought and spread over the ground under the lean-tos to the depth of about a foot, all laid one way, smooth and springy and so sweetly odorous that the air in the little house seemed intoxicating.
Emma Dean dove in headfirst.
"Stop that! This house is not intended to be a rough-house," protested Hippy, coming up at this juncture with an armful of boughs.
"I can't help it.

It is so perfectly stunning.

Do you know what its name is?
Why, Green Gables, of course, and--" "What are the wild birds saying ?" mocked Hippy.
"They will be crooning a good-night lullaby the instant I lay my weary person down," declared Elfreda Briggs.
A second lean-to, much smaller than the first, was erected.

Then preparations for the campfire were begun.