Captivating Stories: The Little House and Its Changing Neighborhood

Then she would gaze wistfully toward the distant lights of the city never realizing that all the time those lights were coming closer and closer Gracious me thought the little house.

What perfectly elegant neighbors Why I'm right in the very center of the social world I was only trying to be neighborly The The My my thought the little house What a pity Still they weren't very nice.

The years rolled faster now and the little house saw the dawn of a new century The tempo of life had quickened.