Bindy and her
family lived in a wagon. They didn't have a house like most people. They
traveled around the country, parking their wagon in the shade of an oak
tree, or in the middle of a meadow of wildflowers. While Bindy's mother
and father did odd jobs, she stayed at the wagon and helped take care of
her little brother, Henry.
morning her father stopped the wagon at the bottom of some hills. Trees
sprouted up all around and the ground was covered with dandelions.
Bindy took Henry onto the grass and let him run around in the flowers.
“I like it here, Henry. I hope Mother and Father want to stay here. I'd
like to live here.”
over to a dandelion and plucked it, waving the yellow bloom in his
“I think that
means you'd like it too.” Bindy clapped her hands and ran over to her
came home and fixed her children a bowl of stew. It had chunks of
carrots and potatoes, mixed in with lamb and gravy. Bindy ate a whole
bowlful and so did Henry. “Why can't we live here? I like it here.
There are trees and flowers and hills.”
sighed and glanced at her daughter. “Bindy, I would love to stay here. I
get tired of traveling all over, but this land is not ours. We are
allowed to stay here for a day or two and then we must move on. One day,
I promise, we'll find somewhere to stay.”
Bindy hugged her
mother and lay on the bed to take a nap. While she and Henry were
sleeping, her father loaded up the wagon and they moved on. Bindy woke
up. “Where are we going?” She looked out the window.
“We heard about
a place where there's a stream and wild roses and beehives full of
honey. We're going there.” Her father smiled and rode the horses onward.
for two days and finally stopped at the side of a stream. Bindy took
Henry and went for a walk. “Look at this place, Henry. There's grass to
roll in and flowers to pick and trees to climb. We could sit under this
tall tree right here and learn how to read and write. I like it here.”
walked over to her. “Bindy, we are going to stay here. The owner of this
land said we can stay as long as we want. Would you like that?”
her hands and ran around shouting. “We can stay! We can stay!”
For the next
three years they stayed by the stream. Bindy and Henry learned to read
and write, just as they had hoped for. They climbed every tree and
caught fish in the stream and ran up and down the hills. Bindy even
picked roses for her mother. “This is my home and I'm happy.” Bindy sat
on the steps to her wagon and looked around at the beautiful flowers.
“This is my home now.”