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| 5217ad4 | 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. And that was the last of the little house. | little-house-on-the-prairie memoir | Laura Ingalls Wilder | |
| d9d7626 | There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. | little-house-on-the-prairie memoir | Laura Ingalls Wilder |