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Fresh Water to Drink
Laura Ingalls Wilder
1867–1957
In a little while the well was almost full of water. A circle of blue sky lay not far down in the ground, and when Laura looked at it, a little girl’s head looked up at her. When she waved her hand, a hand on the water’s surface waved, too.
The water was clear and cold and good. Laura thought she had never tasted anything so good as those long, cold drinks of water. Pa hauled no more stale, warm water from the creek. He built a solid platform over the well, and a heavy cover for the hole that let the water‐bucket through. Laura must never touch that cover. But whenever she or Mary was thirsty, Ma lifted
