Laura and Mary sat close on either side of him. Ma, with Carrie on her lap, rocked gently to and fro, just inside the doorway. The winds were still. The stars hung low and bright. The dark sky was deep beyond the stars, and Plum Creek talked softly to itself. “They told me in town this afternoon that there will be preaching in the new church tomorrow,” said Pa. “I met the home missionary, Reverend Alden, and he wanted us to be sure to come. I told him we would.” “Oh, Charles,” Ma exclaimed, “we haven't been to church for so long!” Laura and Mary had never seen a church. But they knew from Ma's voice that going to church must be better than a party. After a while Ma said, “I am so glad I finished my new dress.” “You will look sweet as a posy in it,” Pa told her. “We must start early.” Next morning was a hurry.
What do You think about On The Banks Of Plum Creek?
