The Little Grey House

I am going to cut that grass—try to cut it I mean—before I'm an hour older said Roberta Grey drawing on an old pair of her father's dog-skin gloves with a do-or-die-in-the-attempt air that was at once inspiring and convincing. This whole place looks like an illustrated edition of 'How Plants Grow'—Grey. We've got to cut the grass or put up a sign: To Find the House Walk Northward Through the Prairie. Signed Sylvester Grey. Will you help Wythie and Prue?Oswyth the eldest daughter a year the senior of sixteen-year-old Roberta looked up with her pleasant smile. Help walk northward through the prairie help find the house or help cut the grass Rob? she asked.