1. The girl looked out from the wagon. She sighed and put her hand under her chin, before her mother called to her and she left.
2. Martha Jane Wilde looked out from her father’s wagon, taking in the wide prairie. She sighed a dreamy sigh and rested her head in her hand. Then her mother called to her to help, and she had to go.
3. Martha, or sometimes Mar-Mar, looked out from her father’s wagon. She looked out across the wide prairie, and heard the birds chirping happily. Martha sighed a dreamy sigh, thinking of how she loved the wild prairie. She rested her head in her hand, giving her more room to think. Then her mother called for her to come help with the chores, and she was forced to leave.
4. She looked out over the prairie from her father’s old wagon. The prairie was wide and wild, and she heard birds chirping happily. Let’s just settle here on the beautiful land, she thought. The Wilde’s in the wild. She loved it out here, and she would never leave, given the choice. She remembered the Indians, who everyone had been scared of, but who had fanned the fire that was her love of nature. She sighed a dreamy sigh, resting her head in her hand. She thought this would give her more room to think of the buffalo, the birds, all the little critters. “Come help with this washing!” Her mother called her. There’s one thing I don’t like about the prairie, she thought as she left the wagon. All the chores.
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