Sunday, September 16


There were little new potatoes for dinner, creamed with green peas, and there were string beans and green onions.  And by every plate was a saucer full of sliced tomatoes, to be eaten with sugar and cream.

"Well, we've got good things to eat, and plenty of them."  said Pa, taking a second helping of potatoes and peas.

"Yes," said Ma happily;  'nowadays we can all eat enough to make up for what we couldn't have last winter."

She was proud of the garden;  it was growing so well. 

"I shall begin salting down cucumbers tomorrow, little ones are thick under all those vines.  And the potato tops are thriving so, I can hardly find the hills underneath them, to scrabble."

Laura Ingalls Wilder

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