![]() It was her swing because it was in her tree, but she had to be unselfish and let Mary swing in it whenever she wanted to. Pa made a swing of tough bark and hung it to a large, low branch of Laura’s tree. The green leaves were the roofs, and through them they could see bits of the blue sky. The soft grass made a green carpet for them. Mary’s playhouse was under Mary’s tree, and Laura’s playhouse was under Laura’s tree. They had playhouses under the two big oak trees in front of the house. Under the hems of their skirts their ankles and their feet were as brown as their faces. ![]() Next day they could run farther, and soon their shoes were oiled and put away and they ran barefoot all day long.Įvery night they had to wash their feet before they went to bed. At first they might only run out around the woodpile and back, in their bare feet. Buttercups and violets, thimble flowers and tiny starry grassflowers were everywhere.Īs soon as the days were warm, Laura and Mary begged to be allowed to run barefoot. The grass grew green again and the woods were full of wild flowers. Birds sang in the leafing hazel bushes along the crooked rail fence. After the sugar snow had gone, spring came. ![]()
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