The Little Grey House by Marion Ames Taggart

“I am going to cut that grass—try to cut it, I mean—before I’m an hour older,” said Roberta Grey, drawing on an old pair of her father’s dog-skin gloves with a do-or-die-in-the-attempt air that was at once inspiring and convincing. “This whole place looks like an illustrated edition of ‘How Plants Grow’—Grey. We’ve got to cut the grass or put up a sign: To Find the House Walk Northward Through the Prairie. Signed, Sylvester Grey. Will you help, Wythie and Prue?”