Horses couldn't get through it to drag a plow, and it would take an army of men to shovel the snow away, for the wind will blow the snow back as fast as a fellow gets a few bushelfuls moved." "Let's try it and see!" proposed Dick, jumping up and going for his overshoes.
"Mean it ?" demanded Dave joyously.
"Surely I do." "Then I'm with you." Dave ran to where his outdoor apparel lay.

"Going with us, Tom ?" "It's a bad example to set some of these small boys," gaped Tom with his most venerable air, "but I'm afraid I can't stay inside while you fellows are enjoying yourselves." Greg, too, hurried to get on his arctic overshoes and his overcoat.

Then he pulled his toboggan cap well down over his ears and neck and donned his mittens.
"There are only two snow shovels," announced Dick.

"What are the rest of you going to use ?" "Here's the fire shovel," answered Greg, producing it.

"That will be good enough for me." "Get the door open, Dave," called Dick.
Darrin unbarred the door, trying to swing it open.