Books with author Annie F 1863-1931 Johnston

It was mid-afternoon by the old sun-dial that marked the hours in Warwick Hall garden; a sunny afternoon in May. The usual busy routine of school work was going on inside the great Hall, but no whisper of it disturbed the quiet of the sleepy old garden. At intervals the faint clang of the call-bell, signalling a change of classes, floated through the open windows, but no buzz of recitations reached the hedge-hidden path where Betty Lewis sat writing.

This classic book is the first instalment of Annie F. Johnston’s eponymous children’s series, “The Little Colonel”. It is a semi-biographical story of a girl who becomes known as the little Colonel due to her bullying, which resonates with the personality of her grandfather, a former colonel on the confederate side. A charming and timeless tale, “The Little Colonel” would make for a great addition to any family collection, and is not to be missed by fans of Johnston’s work. Annie Fellows Johnston (1863–1931) was an American author famous for writing popular children's books. Other notable works by this author include: “Georgina's Service Stars” (1918) and “Mary Ware's Promised Land” (1912). Many classic books such as this are becoming increasingly rare and expensive. We are republishing this volume now in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition complete with a specially commissioned new biography of the author.

Mary Ware, introduced to readers in TheLittle Colonel series (all published by Pelican), is seventeen yearsold and ready for adventure. Although she is young, she has already had manytravels and experiences, including a trip to New York City and a wonderfulseason at boarding school. Now she is heading back out West with her family,but not without leaving behind some unfulfilled hopes. She can only correspondthrough letters to one whom she longs more than anything to see. Mary watchesdelightedly as her handsome brother Jack finds romance, but her joy for hishappiness is tempered by her own desires.Follow Mary Ware on her adventure to womanhood. Her honest and easygoingpersonality will win the confidence of all young readers. Her friends andfamily will capture hearts as well. Does Mary's "promised land"really exist, and will she ever reach it? Ms. Johnston answers both of thesequestions and skillfully creates yet another enduring classic.

When the Ware family boarded the train in San Antonio that September morning for their long journey back to Lone-Rock, every passenger on the Pullman straightened up with an appearance of interest. Somehow their arrival had the effect of a breath of fresh air blowing through the stuffy car. Even before their entrance some curiosity had been awakened by remarks which floated in from the rear platform, where they were bidding farewell to some friends who had come to see them off.

Once upon a time, so the story goes (you may read it for yourself in the dear old tales of Hans Christian Andersen), there was a prince who disguised himself as a swineherd. It was to gain admittance to a beautiful princess that he thus came in disguise to her father's palace, and to attract her attention he made a magic caldron, hung around with strings of silver bells. Whenever the water in the caldron boiled and bubbled, the bells rang a little tune to remind her of him. "Oh, thou dear Augustine, All is lost and gone," they sang. Such was the power of the magic kettle, that when the water bubbled hard enough to set the bells a-tinkling, any one holding his hand in the steam could smell what was cooking in every kitchen in the kingdom.

It was in Switzerland in the old town of Geneva. The windows of the big hotel dining-room looked out on the lake, and the Little Colonel, sitting at breakfast the morning after their arrival, could scarcely eat for watching the scene outside. Gay little pleasure boats flashed back and forth on the sparkling water. The quay and bridge were thronged with people. From open windows down the street came the tinkle of pianos, and out on the pier, where a party of tourists were crowding on to one of the excursion steamers, a band was playing its merriest holiday music.