Louisa May Alcott,
Under the Lilacs — NEW FRIENDS TROT IN
(1877)
“ Our attic is so hot and the shed so small, and the yard always full of hens or clothes. We shall have to pack all our things away, and never play any more," said Bab, tragically."May be Ben could build us a little house in the orchard," proposed Betty, who firmly believed that Ben could do any thing."He won't have any time. Boys don't care for baby-houses," returned Bab, collecting her homeless goods and chattels with a dismal face."We sha'n't want these much when all the new things come; see if we do," said cheerful little Betty, who always found out a silver lining to every cloud. ”
