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by Laura Black
I was a dull black, so he called me Darkie; then he would give me a piece of bread, which was very good, and . I was now beginning to grow handsome; my coat had grown fine and soft, and was bright black. I had one white foot and a pretty white star on my forehead.
I was a dull black, so he called me Darkie; then he would give me a piece of bread, which was very good, and sometimes he brought a carrot for my mother. I was thought very handsome; my master would not sell me till I was four years old; he said lads ought not to work like men, and colts ought not to work like horses till they were quite grown up.
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Oodles of action, told by a lively, tart heroine-but those who thrived on the wit and mystery and atmosphere in Black's previous romances may find this a trifle oafish and more than a trifle hard to swallow. Pub Date: Dec. 28th, 1979.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder. Illustrations by Garth Williams. Laura was washing the dishes one morning when old Jack, lying in the sunshine on the doorstep, growled to tell her that someone was coming. She looked out, and saw a buggy crossing the gravelly ford of Plum Creek. Ma, she said, it’s a strange woman coming. She was ashamed of the untidy house, and so was Laura. But Ma was too weak and Laura was too tired and they were too sad to care very much. Mary and Carrie and baby Grace and Ma had all had scarlet fever. The Nelsons across the creek had had it too, so there had been no one to help Pa and Laura.