Books with author Annie F. Johnston

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.

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.

The childish adventures of Lloyd Sherman, the Little Colonel, come to an endin The Little Colonel�s Knight Comes Riding , the last in the LittleColonel series.After their return to Lloydsboro Valley, Kentucky, from Warwick Hall inWashington D.C., the Little Colonel and friends Kitty Walton and Betty Lewisfind that the young boys they have grown up with have matured into gracefulyoung men.The Little Colonel struggles between her desire to still be a child and herdesire to live the life of a sophisticated young woman. But childhood sweetheartRob Moore�s proposal of marriage makes the Little Colonel all the more awareof her developing adult emotions.

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.