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Excerpt:"When he had urged all the reasons he could think of for my going, but without success, he attacked me in my only vulnerable spot, little Jack. The child has considered Cousin Frank's word law and gospel ever since he joined the Junior League. So, when he was told that my health would be benefited by the trip, and it would arouse me from the despondent, low-spirited state I had fallen into, he gave me no rest until I promised to go. Jack showed generalship,[29] too. He waited until the night of his birthday. I had promised him a little party, but he was so much worse that day, it had to be postponed. I was so sorry for him that I could have promised him almost anything. The little rascal knew it, too. While I was helping him undress, he put his arms around my neck, and began to beg me to go. He told me that he had been praying that I might change my mind. Ever since he has been in the League he has seemed to get so much comfort out of the belief that his prayers are always answered that I couldn't bear to shake his faith. So I promised him."

Lloyd Sherman is an adorable little girl who bears the nickname "The Little Colonel" because of resemblance to her grandfather and army veteran "The Old Colonel." When she comes back home from the boarding school, she is brought down by a flu and unable to enjoy her time at home. Comes Christmas time, even though she is not fully recovered, The Little Colonel refuses to obey nurse's orders and decides to take pleasure in Christmas festivities.

MISS SANTA CLAUS OFTHE PULLMANCHAPTER ITHE last half hour had seemed endless to Will'm, almost as long as the whole four years of his life. With his stubby little shoes drawn up under him, and his soft bobbed hair flapping over his ears every time the rockers tilted forward, he sat all alone in the sitting-room behind the shop, waiting and rocking.It seemed as if everybody at the Junction wanted something that afternoon; thread or buttons or yarn, or the home-made doughnuts which helped out the slim stock of goods in the little notion store which had once been the parlor. And it seemed as if[4] Grandma Neal never would finish waiting on the customers and come back to tell the rest of the story about the Camels and the Star; for no sooner did one person go out than another one came in. He knew by the tinkling of the bell over the front door, every time it opened or shut.The door between the shop and sitting-room being closed, Will'm could not hear much that was said, but several times he caught the word "Christmas," and once somebody said "Santa Claus," in such a loud happy-sounding voice that he slipped down from the chair and ran across the room to open the door a crack. It was only lately that he had begun to hear much about Santa Claus. Not until Libby started to school that fall did they know that there is such a wonderful person in the world. Of course they had heard his name, as they had heard Jack Frost's, and had seen his picture in story-books and advertisements, but they hadn't known that he is really true till the other children told Libby. Now nearly[5] every day she came home with something new she had learned about him.

The vivacious Lloyd Sherman, better rememberedas the Little Colonel, is growing up. As usual, this process brings bothpleasure and pain into her life. In this book Lloyd's adventures lead her,along with her best friends, to Warwick Hall, a lovely old boarding school inWashington, D.C., where they will have wonderful times together. When Christmasbreak comes along, Lloyd and her friends are filled with excitement over all ofthe parties and dances that they will attend. Christmas break is sure to bringLloyd happiness, but with it also comes painful disappointment. Will she everbe allowed to return to her beloved friends and school?Annie Fellows Johnston skillfully recreates the difficulties and joys thatare a part of becoming a woman. For generations (starting with The LittleColonel , also published by Pelican), the adventures of Lloyd Shermanand her fun-loving friends have won readers' hearts. The Little Colonel storiesprove that although times have changed, essential human qualities have not.

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This book is an illustrated version of the original Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman by Annie F. Johnston. “She wasn't his own grandmother, but she had taken the place of one to Libby and him, all the years he had been in the world. Their father paid their board, to be sure, and sent them presents and came to see them at long intervals when he could get away from his work, but that was so seldom that Will'm did not feel very well acquainted with him; not so well as Libby did. She was three years older, and could even remember a little bit about their mother before she went off to heaven to get well. Mrs. Neal wasn't like a real grandmother in many ways. She was almost too young, for one thing. She was always very brisk and very busy, and, as she frequently remarked, she meant what she said and she would be minded.”

Excerpt:Fat old Aunt Cindy, waddling into the pantry to flour-bin or sugar-barrel, glanced at them occasionally through the open window to see that they were in no mischief, and then went calmly on with her baking. She knew that they were not like white children who need a nurse to watch every step. They had taken care of themselves and each other from the time that they had learned to crawl.In Aunt Cindy's slow journeys around the kitchen, she stopped from time to time to open the oven door and peep in. Finally she flung it wide open, and, with a satisfied grunt, took out a big square pan. A warm delicious odour filled the kitchen, and floated out around the house to the group on the porch.[20]"I smell gingerbread!" exclaimed Rob, starting up and sniffing the air excitedly with his short freckled nose."Me too!" exclaimed Keith. "It's the best thing I ever smelled in my life. Doesn't it make you hungry?""Fairly starved!" answered Malcolm.

Georgina's Service Stars by Annie F. JohnstonAuthor Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931 Illustrator Gooch, Thelma Title Georgina's Service Stars Language EnglishCategory Text Up the crooked street which curves for three miles around the harbor comes the sound of the Towncrier's bell. It seems strange that he should happen along this morning, just as I've seated myself by this garret window to begin the story of my life, for it was the sound of his bell five years ago which first put it into my head to write it. And yet, it isn't so strange after all, when one remembers the part the dear old man has had in my past. "Uncle Darcy," as I've always called him, has been mixed up with most of its important happenings.That day, when I first thought of writing my memoirs, was in Spring house-cleaning time, and I had been up here all morning, watching them drag out old heirlooms from the chests and cubby-holes under the rafters. Each one had a history.[14] From one of the gable windows I could look down on the beach at the very spot where the Pilgrims first landed, and away over on the tongue of sand, which ends the Cape, I could see the place where they say the old Norse Viking, Thorwald, was buried nine hundred years ago.

The bus running between Warwick Hall Station and Warwick Hall school drew up at the door of the great castle-like building with as grand a flourish as if it carried the entire Senior class, and deposited one lone passenger upon the steps. As it was several days before the opening of the Fall term, no pupils were expected so soon, and but few of the teachers had returned. There was no one to see the imposing arrival of the little Freshman except the butler, who had been drawn to the front window by the sound of wheels. It devolved on him to answer the knocker this afternoon. In the general confusion of house-cleaning the man who attended the door had been sent up stairs to hang curtains.

More than three decades after Johnston first created the characters of a stately old Kentucky colonel and his little granddaughter, Lloyd Sherman, The Little Colonel Stories: Second Series continues the adventures of the bold and mischievous Little Colonel. One of the few Little Colonel stories dealing with race, "Ole Mammy's Torment" depicts the relationship between the Little Colonel's family and their black servants. "The Three Tremonts" follows Stuart, Phil, and Elise Tremont, as well as their pet monkey, Dago, all of whom are prominent characters alongside Lloyd Sherman and Mary Ware in the Little Colonel novels. These stories and more are included in this volume, an excellent addition to the adventures of the Little Colonel and a terrific opportunity to introduce new readers to the exciting world of that rambunctious young girl we all know and love.