eon in it of bread and butter and pie; which they ate very happily together, sitting on little hemlock branches in the wigwam.
After their luncheon, the boys began to talk about the best place for a window for the wigwam.
"I think we will have it this side, towards the brook," said James, "and then we can look out to the water."
"No," said Rollo, "it will be better to have it here, towards where Jonas is working, and then we can look out and see him."
"No," said James, "that is not a good plan; I do not want to see Jonas."
"And I do not want to see the water," replied Rollo. "It is my wigwam, and I mean to have the window here."
So saying, he went to the side towards Jonas, and began to take away a bough. James came there too, and said angrily,
"The wigwam is mine as much as it is yours, for I helped make it, and I will not have a window here."
So he took hold of the branch that Rollo had hold o