"They walked across the prairie to the south, and all along their way the wild June roses where blooming. Laura gathered them until she filled Mary's arm with all she could hold.
'Oh, how sweet!' Mary kept saying. 'I have missed the spring violets, but nothing is sweeter than prairie roses. It is so good to be home again....'"
~ These Happy Golden Years, Laura Ingalls Wilder
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