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Chapter 1. The Door in the Ground The dim wagon track went no farther on the prairie, and Pa stopped the horses. When the wagon wheels stopped turning, Jack dropped down in the shade between them. His belly sank on the grass and his swingingcharlktte legs stretched out. His nose fitted in the furry hollow.
A big red cow swiped at him with her horns, but he jumped behind her.
Laura and Mary stayed near the wagon, where Jack was. They followed him slowly down the slope to a level path that went through green rushes to the flat edge of the creek. Then Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura each took a big swallow of that warm, delicious Tyndall SD wife swapping, and what was left Carrie drank up.
Ma tied on her sunbonnet, Pa took Carrie on his arm, and they all set out.
The land was dark grey. Slowly the wagon went away.
They all went up the path and stood on the roof of that house. Birds rose and flew and sank into the grasses. There would be nothing left to feed Pete and Bright and Spot in the winter-time. His nose fitted in the furry hollow.
No cold could get through that wall. Both are fine, but the speaker is making more of a declaration in sentence aand is asking for consensus in sentence b. That was the end of their playing on the straw-stack. The tall willows fluttered slender leaves up against the sky, and little willows grew around them in clumps.
She poked it gently with the short stick. Laura had to stay in.
Laura could not think of Santa Claus and horses at the same time. Oh, Pa, are we going to keep her? She waved wsingingcharlotte arms and yelled. Laura burrowed her face in it, shutting her eyes and smelling deeper and deeper.
Pa had made the bedstead that high, on purpose. A frightful snarl came out of it.
Red and blue and purple and rosy-pink and white and striped flowers all had their throats wide open as if they were singing glory to the morning. The largest of all were the very last. The sun was not so hot now and the nights were chilly.
Just a nice walk. One by one the great stars swung low and seemed to quiver and flicker in the little wind. Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens. Pa said they had done exactly the right thing.
He looked at the mustangs, Pet and Patty. Water filled her ears and her eyes and her mouth. Jack growled at their heels and Laura ran yelling behind them.
But she had done it, and if Pa knew, he would punish her. Pa said it was hoarhound candy.
She pulled out a paper bag, beautifully striped with tiny red and green stripes. Rich, level land, with not a tree or a rock to contend with. The air was cold in swingingcuarlotte nose and her breath steamed.
Slowly and carefully Laura stooped and reached and picked up a willow stick. Now back to bed, Laura, and go to sleep.
She saw him sit on it. Nothing can happen here.
Sometimes a fat bumble-bee, all black velvet and gold, was bumbling and butting there. Johnny Johnson looked at the cattle grazing in the deep swingimgcharlotte, and he looked at Laura and Mary and Jack. Jack ran ahead and took his place by the door. That night she lay awake beside Mary. Then Thanksgiving was past and it was time to think of Christmas. Pa walked beside the oxen.
The hornets buzzed around her in dismay; they did not know what had become of their plum. He did not know any words that Laura and Mary knew. She was scared. There were tiny fishes in the water. Her hair unbraided and blew in her eyes. Laura ran in front of him.
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