The path that went by the little house had become a road. Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and stared in surprise at a wagon slowly creaking by on that road.
Mr. Wilder says he would rather have me help than any man he ever sawed with. And, believe me, I learned how to take care of hens and to make them lay.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Home is the nicest word there is.
Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.
They drove a long way through the snowy woods, till they came to the town of Pepin. Mary and Laura had seen it once before, but it looked different now.