Found 133 results for "Roger Lea"
by Roger Lea MacBride
Rose was sitting at the table in the little log house on Rocky Ridge Farm, fin a letter to Grandma Ingalls, when she hea...
by Roger Lea MacBride
The whistle of the Stockman's Special shrieked its warning as it raced west toward town.
by Roger Lea MacBride
Papa drove the rattling wagon slowly along the twisting road through the steep Ozark hills, so slowly that Rose wanted t...
by Roger Lea MacBride
Once upon a time, a little girl named Laura lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin in a little house made of logs.
by Roger Lea MacBride
When the inky blackness just behind Rose Wilder, a foot stepped on a twig with a loud crack.
by Laura Ingalls Wilder, Roger Lea MacBride
simply can't stand being so homesick for you any more.
by Roger Lea MacBride
The mild, drizzly weather that had followed Christmas finally broke, and the last day of the old century dawned clear an...
by Roger Lea MacBride
On a sweltering June afternoon, soon after she had returned home from Louisiana, Rose paused in the shade of the post-of...
by Roger Lea MacBride
The mild, drizzly weather that had followed Christmas finally broke, and the last day of the old century dawned clear an...
by Roger Lea MacBride
Papa drove the rattling wagon slowly along the twisting road through the steep Ozark hills, so slowly that Rose wanted t...