Books with author Annie F. 1863-1931 Johnston

It was a June morning in Kentucky. The doctor's nephew coming at a gallop down the pike into Lloydsboro Valley, reined his horse to a walk as he reached the railroad crossing, and leaning forward in his saddle, hesitated a moment between the two roads. The one along the railroad embankment was sweet with a tangle of wild honeysuckle, and led straight to the little post-office where his morning mail awaited him. The other would take him a mile out of his way, but it was through a thick beech woods, and the cool leafage of its green aisles tempted him. A red-bird darting on ahead suddenly decided his course, for following some quick impulse, as if the cardinal wings had beckoned him, he turned off the highway into the woods.

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Following her successful house party, Lloyd Sherman, the Little Colonel,finds her friends returning to their homes as the end of the summer approaches,signaling the beginning of the school year.While Joyce, Eugenia, and Betty return to their homes, the Little Colonelbegins to regret having met her friends, due to the loneliness of having to losethem again.But as Christmas approaches, the Little Colonel finds herself volunteering atthe children's hospital where, through her dying friend, Dot, she learns thetrue meaning of the holidays and of friendship.

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It was one of the prettiest places in all Kentucky where the Little Colonel stood that morning. She was reaching up on tiptoes, her eager little face pressed close against the iron bars of the great entrance gate that led to a fine old estate known as "Locust." A ragged little Scotch and Skye terrier stood on its hind feet beside her, thrusting his inquisitive nose between the bars, and wagging his tasselled tail in lively approval of the scene before them. They were looking down a long avenue that stretched for nearly a quarter of a mile between rows of stately old locust-trees. At the far end they could see the white pillars of a large stone house gleaming through the Virginia creeper that nearly covered it. But they could not see the old Colonel in his big chair on the porch behind the cool screen of vines. At that very moment he had caught the rattle of wheels along the road, and had picked up his field-glass to see who was passing. It was only a coloured man jogging along in the heat and dust with a cart full of chicken-coops. The Colonel watched him drive up a lane that led to the back of the new hotel that had just been opened in this quiet country place. Then his glance fell on the two small strangers coming through his gate down the avenue toward him. One was the friskiest dog he had ever seen in his life. The other was a child he judged to be about five years old.

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Frontispiece THERE WAS ONLY TIME TO ... HASTILY CLASP THE LITTLE GLOVED HAND HELD OUT TO HIM 4I LL SLEEP BETTER IF THEY ARE ON THEIR POLES INSTEAD OF ON MY MIND .... 26 I WISH WE COULD SETTLE THINGS BY A FEATHER, AS THEY USED TO IN THE OLD FAIRY TALES .77 SEVERAL TIMES SHE STOPPED JACK IN PASSING TO ASK HEM A QUESTION 118 DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU EVER SAW THIS? 167 GAZING INTO THE SWEET FACE THAT SEEMED TO SMILE HELPFULLY BACK AT HER ..240 1IT WAS AS IF WE HAD REACHED THAT LAND THAT WE USED TO SING ABOUT .. ..(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at

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