"We could stay in the woods, if our parents let us go, until about the end of the present vacation." "It would take you at least that length of time to build the shack, I should think," suggested the lawyer.

"Until you had it built you might have to wrap up in the snow at night for your sleep.

And, then, when you had it all built, you would discover that the shack didn't belong to you, but to the owner of the land on which you built it.

He could order you away from the shack if he were so disposed." "I hadn't thought of that," admitted Greg, looking crestfallen.
"I'm afraid we won't camp," spoke up Harry Hazelton.
"The greatest difficulty," suggested the lawyer, "would be getting the consent of your parents to any such madcap scheme as going off into the woods to camp, day after day, in mid-winter." "There might be some difficulty about that, sir," replied Prescott.

"But now it looks as though the one really big problem would be to get a camp on the money that we now have, and to be ready to go into it in season during this school vacation." "That would really be but a very slight difficulty," rejoined the lawyer.
"I wish I could see how you make that out, sir." "Why, as it happens, in the property that Mrs.Dexter's grandfather left her there's the strip called Hobson's woods, you know.