It was dinner-time, and no one thought of dinner.

They looked and looked and looked at Indians riding by. But Laura sat on the doorstep, Pa stood close beside her, and Ma and Mary stood in the doorway. Baby Carrie grew tired of looking at Indians and played by herself on the floor. More and more and more Indians came riding by. “That's an awful lot of Indians,” Pa said. There was no end to that long, long line. As far as she could see to the west and as far as she could see to the east there were Indians. But she obeyed Pa as best she could, and in a moment she was still. Her eyes were full of tears and sobs kept jerking out of her throat. “Look west, and then look east, and see what you see.” “I want the other one, too!” Laura sobbed, loudly. “Why, Laura,” Ma said, “you don't want another baby.