I first found this children's book in 2002 at a garage sale. It was marked a quarter. I picked it up, read it, and cried. It was rather embarassing! The person hosting the sale felt so bad for me, she told me to just take the book. Well, I couldn't do that! So I gave her 25 cents, and off I went with my new favorite story.
The book begins by telling the reader that the little house was built way out in the country. The man who built her said that she'd live to see the great-great-grandchildren's great-great grandchildren living in her.
But over time, the big city grew and grew~ stretching all the way out into the country. The little house sat empty, the big city looming over her. She was scared and neglected. "She looked shabby...though she was just as good a house as ever underneath." She just wanted to be lived in and loved again.
Then one day the great-great granddaughter of the builder came along and said, "That Little House looks just like the Little House my grandmother lived in when she was a little girl, only that Little House was way out in the country on a hill covered with daisies and apple trees growing around".
I'll leave the ending up to you, but I'm sure you've guessed what happens! A true treasure of a book, and I couldn't reccomend it more. I adore the illustrations. Plus, it's first copyright was in 1942, so that makes it special to me as well.