But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins. Laura Ingalls Wilder auntbringcousin Change image and share on social
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. Laura Ingalls Wilder creakdayhouse Change image and share on social
So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. Laura Ingalls Wilder bigfencegreen share on social
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it. Laura Ingalls Wilder eternalgiftgod Change image and share on social
Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell. Laura Ingalls Wilder goodhardjob Change image and share on social
The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they're organized for. Laura Ingalls Wilder attentionfolkorganization Change image and share on social
There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there. Laura Ingalls Wilder animalfarfeed Change image and share on social
Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word. Laura Ingalls Wilder beautifulblueeye Change image and share on social
Mary and Carrie and baby Grace and Ma had all had scarlet fever. The Nelsons across the creek had had it too, so there had been no one to help Pa and Laura. Laura Ingalls Wilder babycarriecreek Change image and share on social
The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all. Laura Ingalls Wilder edgeendenormous share on social
