This letter, from Laura Ingalls Wilder’s daughter, who was her editor for the Little Prairie books, is priceless.
[With thanks to Thea, and Slate.]
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]
This letter, from Laura Ingalls Wilder’s daughter, who was her editor for the Little Prairie books, is priceless.
[With thanks to Thea, and Slate.]