"Sunday afternoon was clear, and the snow-covered prairie sparkled in the sunshine. a little wind blew gently from the south, but it was so cold that the sled runners squeaked as they slid on the hard-packed snow. The horses' hoofs made a dull sound, clop, clop, clop. Pa did not say anything.
Sitting beside him on the board laid across the bobsled, Laura did not say anything either. There was nothing to say. She was on her way to teach school..."
(These Happy Golden Years by Laura Ingalls Wilder)
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