A Sweetgrass Basket by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
Nancy and Flora were going through the garden, stepping between the squash and tomato vines. Nancy’s mother stood in the kitchen door looking after them. “Mind you don’t hit your clothes on …
Nancy and Flora were going through the garden, stepping between the squash and tomato vines. Nancy’s mother stood in the kitchen door looking after them. “Mind you don’t hit your clothes on …