Note to self: buy The Singing Creek Where the Willows Grow in the near future. Written by a 7-year-old girl growing up in Oregon in the early 1900s, the language sounds gorgeous:
Today the folks are gone away from the house we do live in. They are gone a little way away, to the ranch house where the grandpa does live. I sit on our step, and I do print. I like it, this house we do live in, being at the edge of the near woods. So many little people do live in the near woods. I do have conversations with them. I found a near woods first day I did go explores. That was the next day after we were come here.