" Pa straightened up. His dim eyes brightened with a fierce light, not like the twinkle Laura had always seen in them. “But I do know this, Caroline,” he said. “No pesky mess of grasshoppers can beat us! We’ll do something! You’ll see! We’ll get along somehow.”

“Yes, Charles,” said Ma.

“Why not?” said Pa. “We’re healthy, we’ve got a roof over our heads; we’re better off than lots of folks. You get an early dinner, Caroline. I’m going to town. I’ll find something to do. Don’t you worry! "

― Laura Ingalls Wilder , On the Banks of Plum Creek (Little House, #4)