1 And there's no telling where a prairie fire will stop, once it gets started.
2 She had found one man in the prairie village who did not appreciate her picture of winding streets and arcades, but she had assembled the town council and dramatically defeated him.
3 Though she was Minnesota-born Carol was not an intimate of the prairie villages.
4 She decided that she would give up library work and, by a miracle whose nature was not very clearly revealed to her, turn a prairie town into Georgian houses and Japanese bungalows.
5 UNDER the rolling clouds of the prairie a moving mass of steel.
6 She saw the prairie, flat in giant patches or rolling in long hummocks.
7 With the loneliness which comes most depressingly in the midst of many people she tried to forget problems, to look at the prairie objectively.
8 The broad, straight, unenticing gashes of the streets let in the grasping prairie on every side.
9 She wanted to run, fleeing from the encroaching prairie, demanding the security of a great city.
10 In a hollow of the rolling prairie they lost sight even of the country road.
11 They found no more prairie chickens that morning.
12 They ate their sandwiches by a prairie slew: long grass reaching up out of clear water, mossy bogs, red-winged black-birds, the scum a splash of gold-green.
13 The snow, stretching without break from streets to devouring prairie beyond, wiped out the town's pretense of being a shelter.
14 Instantly she was released from the homely comfort of a prairie town.
15 It ought to be the most charming room in town, to comfort women sick of prairie kitchens.