![]() ![]() ![]() At last he turned his face toward her and spoke, as if he were answering her dread of tomorrow. Pa sat looking ahead into the distance while he held the reins in his mittened hands and now and then chirruped to the horses. He was thin and brown, like any homesteader he did not have much to say for himself. Brewster only once, when he came to hire her to teach the school. In the warm sitting room there, Ma and Carrie and Grace were far away.īrewster settlement was still miles ahead. ![]() ![]() Laura did not look back, but she knew that the town was miles behind her now it was only a small dark blot on the empty prairie’s whiteness. The slightly rolling, snowy land lay empty all around. Even for fifteen, she was small and now she felt very small. She never had taught school, and she was not sixteen years old yet. But tomorrow she would be teaching school. Laura could hardly stop expecting that tomorrow she would be going to school with little sister Carrie, and sitting in her seat with Ida Brown. Only yesterday she was a schoolgirl now she was a schoolteacher. Sitting beside him on the board laid across the bobsled, Laura did not say anything, either. The horses’ hoofs made a dull sound, clop, clop, clop. 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. Sunday afternoon was clear, and the snow-covered prairie sparkled in the sunshine. ![]()
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