"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