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Laura looked straight into the bright eyes of the little baby nearer her. Its hair was black as crow and its eyes were black as a night when no stars shine. Those black eyes looked deep into Laura’s eyes and she looked deep down into the blackness of that little baby’s eyes, and she wanted that one little baby.
”Pa”, she said, ”get me that little Indian baby!”
”Hush, Laura!” Pa told her sternly.
”Oh, I want it! I want it! Laura begged. ”It wants to stay with me,” Laura begged. ”Please, Pa, please!”
”Hush, Laura,” Pa said. ”The Indian woman wants to keep her baby.”
”Oh Pa!” Laura pleaded, and then she began to cry. Ma said she had never heard of such a thing.
”Why on earth do you want an Indian baby, of all things?” Ma asked her.
”Its eyes are so black”, Laura sobbed. She could not say what she meant.
”Why, Laura?”, Ma said, ”you don’t want another baby. We have a baby, our own baby.”
”I want the other one, too!” Laura sobbed loudly.
- Little House on the Prairie
^ Laura Ingalls Wilder, folks