My choice is from These Happy Golden Years by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
(By the way, if you're wondering why I didn't do Inkling Explorations last month, it's because I couldn't think of any specific scenes that I knew had CGI in them. And of course as soon as I write that I can think of several. Bother . . .)
They walked across the prairie to the south, and all along their way the wild June roses were 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, Laura. Even if I can't stay long."
"We have until the middle of August," said Laura. "But the roses won't last that long."
"'Gather ye roses while ye may," Mary began, and she quoted the poem for Laura. Then as they walked on together in the rose-scented warm wind, she talked of her studies in literature. "I am planning to write a book some day," she confided. Then she laughed. "But I planned to teach school, and you are doing that for me, so maybe you will write the book."
"I, write a book?" Laura hooted. She said blithely, "I'm going to be an old maid schoolteacher, like Miss Wilder. Write your own book! What are you going to write about?"
But Mary was diverted from the subject of books. She inquired, "Where is that Wilder boy, that Ma wrote me about? It seems like he'd be around sometime."
"I think he is too busy on his claim. Everybody is busy," Laura answered. She did not mention seeing him in town. For some reason that she could not explain, she felt shy of talking about it. She and Mary turned and went rather quietly back to the house, bringing into it the fragrance of the roses they carried.
