Books with author Annie F. (Annie Fellows) 1863 Johnston

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"There are no better books for girls written than those in the 'Little Colonel' Series." -The Outlook Magazine It was the coldest Saint Valentine's eve that Kentucky had known in twenty years. In Lloydsborough Valley a thin sprinkling of snow whitened the meadows, enough to show the footprints of every hungry rabbit that loped across them; but there were not many such tracks. It was so cold that the rabbits, for all their thick fur, were glad to run home and hide. Nobody cared to be out long in such weather, and except now and then, when an ice-cutter's wagon creaked up from some pond to the frozen pike, the wintry stillness was unbroken. On the north side of the little country depot a long row of icicles hung from the eaves. Even the wind seemed to catch its breath there, and hurry on with a shiver that reached to the telegraph wires overhead. It shivered down the long stovepipe, too, inside the waiting-room. The stove had been kept red-hot all that dull gray afternoon, but the window-panes were still white with heavy frost-work. Half an hour before the five o'clock train was due from the city, two boys came running up the railroad track with their skates in their hands. They were handsome, sturdy little fellows, so well buttoned up in their leather leggins and warm reefer overcoats that they scarcely felt the cold. Their cheeks were red as winter apples, from skating against the wind, and they were almost breathless after their long run up-hill to the depot. Racing across the platform, they bumped against the door at the same instant, burst it noisily open, and slammed it behind them with a bang that shook the entire building. "What kind of a cyclone has struck us now?" growled the ticket agent, who was in the next room. Then he frowned, as the first noise was followed by the rasping sound of a bench being dragged out of a corner, to a place nearer the stove. It scraped the bare floor every inch of the way, with a jarring motion that made the windows rattle. CONTENTS: I. TWO TRAMPS AND A BEAR II. GINGER AND THE BOYS III. THE VALENTINE PARTY IV. A FIRE AND A PLAN V. JONESY'S BENEFIT VI. THE LITTLE COLONEL'S TWO RESCUES VII. A GAME OF INDIAN VIII. "FAIRCHANCE"

The famed Christmas tale by Annie Fellows Johnston, one of the most popular writer for children of the 20th century and probably the most widely read since Louisa Alcott. The Christmas spirit is on every page of this delicious little book - the story of two little children and their first real Christmas. An ideal gift for any child of any age! A story that parents, cousins, uncles, and aunts will heartily enjoy reading aloud to a breathless audience. "It is a book that breathes of love and the happiness of giving, of good cheer spread into homes of poverty and wealth, of a Christmas that lasts all the year. In short, it is just the book to be numbered among the gifts of the children of the season." -The Christian Advocate "There is a kindly motive to the story....A gentle tale." -Pasadena Library and Civic Magazine "A most beautiful picture is here presented on how opportunity can be made for good deeds, in the most unheard of places, if the love of Christ abideth in us and we keep our eyes on the Sky Road (conscience) which passes through the air where the stars are, the 'forget-me-nots of the angels.' This story tells of a lovely girl traveling in a Pullman car, in which are two little children on their way to where their father has been working to support them. Their mother is dead, but their father has just married again and is going to meet them at a certain station to take them to their new mother and their new home....The book is rich in helpful suggestions to all children, whether they have their own or stepmothers, and is particularly alluring in Christmas suggestions." -Christian Nation "Annie Fellows Johnston has not written any children's books since the fascinating Little Colonel's 'conclusion' made all the children in the country mourn. But her new story, 'Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman' is one of the best she has ever done. Two cunning little tots who rebel at the idea of a stepmother seize the opportunity to indulge their love for traveling by running off on a Pullman coach. It is their very first experience in a diner or a berth, and they have a heavenly time; but the climax of excitement comes with the advent of a red-coated, holly-trimmed girl who corrects their opinions of stepmothers and - well, never mind, but it is something too good to be true. Delightfully written, this will make an ideal Christmas gift." -The Bookman "Will'm and Libby, two motherless little ones, are delighted when they first hear of Santa Claus, and send him a letter asking for a ring for Libby and ride on a Pullman for Will'm. Just before Christmas they hear that their father has married again and they are to leave their grandmother and go home. Dreading a stepmother, they start off, and on the Pullman meet a delightful girl who tells them of a different kind of stepmother and fills their stockings with gifts. In the morning they discover that their Miss Santa Claus is the much dreaded stepmother." -Publishers Weekly

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This is a special allegory for fathers to read to their daughters. As the story goes, once upon a time there were three weavers, and to each was born a daughter. The ‘watcher of weavers' prophesied, A royal prince shall seek to wed thy child, but she must weave a mantle for the prince that will be fair to look upon with rich cloth of gold, and it must fit him as perfectly as the falcon's feathers fit the falcon. Each father is responsible to teach his daughter how to prepare for her prince. When should he begin? The father's approach, coupled with his daughter's cooperation, will decide the fate of her future.

ExcerptI can't imagine her planning scrapes. She's too much afraid of hurting somebody's feelings for that.""She's not planning scrapes. Neithah of us want to do anything really bad. We only want to stir the seminary up a bit, and make it lively. We're growing up so fast that if we don't have some fun soon, it will be too late. In only a few moah yeahs I'll be through school, and then I'll have to be a débutante and settle down to be propah and young ladified. Mom Beck always used to be telling me to 'sit still and be a little lady,' and if there's anything I despised it was that.""How fast the shadows grow long these afternoons," said Rob, presently, looking at his watch. "It's nearly time for me to go. Come on down to the measuring-tree. We mustn't forget our good-bye ceremony."Seven Septembers were marked on the tall locust that they called their measuring-tree. It towered above a rustic seat half-way down the avenue. Lloyd laid one finger on the lowest notch and another on the nex

Excerpth both full. Then facing the children, with her hands on her hips, she launched into such a scolding as only an old black mammy, who has faithfully served three generations of a family, is permitted to give."For mercy sakes, Aunt Cindy, what are you making such a fuss for? " exclaimed Keith. "It's all your own fault. You know as well as we do that nobody in the Valley can make cake as good as yours. You oughtn't to have tempted us with such delicious gingerbread. It's the best I ever tasted." Here he stuffed his mouth full again, with an ecstatic "Yum, but that's good," and passed the plate back to Betty.There was no resisting the flattery of Keith's expression as he swallowed the stolen sweets. A grim smile twitched Aunt Cindy's black face, but to hide the fact that her vanity had been touched by the chorus of unstinted praise which followed Keith's compliments, she began flapping her face with her gingham apron."Oh, you go 'long!" she exclaimed, in a gruff voice. But knowing Aunt Cin

Excerptthe cuckoo is the most careless bird in the world about the way it builds its nest. They weave a few twigs and sticks togethah just in any kind of way, and nevah mind a bit if their poah little young ones fall out of the nest. They seem to think that any kind of home is good enough, and that is the kind of a home that Elizabeth Lewis has. She is a poah little orphan, and is livin' on a farm up Green Rivah. Mother is her godmothah. That's why she is named Elizabeth Lloyd. Mrs. Lewis was an old school friend of mothah's, too, and she wants Joyce and Elizabeth and me to be as deah friends as she and Emily Ware and Joyce Lewis were, she says. That's why she invited them.""And you don't know anything about this one?" questioned Rob."Not a thing. I shouldn't be su'prised if she's mighty countrified, for the farm is several miles from a railroad, and the people she lives with don't think of anything but work, yeah in and yeah out."They had reached the post-office by this time, and Rob held out his hand

Classic children's book by the American author, most well-known for the Little Colonel series, the first book of which was made into a 1935 movie starring Shirley Temple, Bill "Bojangles" Robinson and Lionel Barrymore. Johnston based her characters on friends and family, many of whom appear in several different series. Her semi-biographical characters include The Old Colonel, Mom Beck, Papa Jack, Mrs Sherman, Aunt Allison, and the Waltons.