Books with author John F. Scott

Michael likes to recycle, his friends all think that he s mad but litter in the sea makes Michael sad, so they all get together to help Michael recycle to help make the World grand for the children on the land, but they soon find out things aren t going as planned.Whales don t have hands, ducks get stuck in plastic bands and squid is trapped in a plastic cup!Will you help Michael and his friends recycle

Rabbit had bad habits, he uses all his friend's hair gel, he plays with skunks who have a funny smell, he eats all the cake and he cleans the house using a rake. How long will his friend Tim be able to bare him? Bursting with rhymes and maybe a laugh at times, we soon find that we should appreciate people for who they are rather than trying to change them.

Excerpt from The Impostor: A Tale of Old AnnapolisI have endeavored to tell an old story in a modern fashion. Wherein I have failed, I beg in dulgence; wherein I have succeeded, even a little, I have to thank the Spirit of the Past, which still lingers in the ancient capital and its environs.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Martha Stirling came slowly down the steps into the garden, pausing for a moment, on each step, lest the Governor hear her; then she sped quickly across the lawn, and, bending over, kissed him on the cheek. "Good morning, your Excellency!" she laughed. Colonel Sharpe looked up, with a start. "Bless me, girl! have some regard for your uncle's dignity," he said, drawing her down on the arm of the chair. "It seems to me, young lady, that you are a trifle clever in the kissing art, to never have been kissed yourself." "For shame, sir! You, a royal Governor—no, I mean a Lord Baltimore's Governor—to intimate so scandalous a thing. It may be, sir, that, as to you, I could truthfully not intimate.... Tell me, who is the young man that came with Mr. Dulany." "Ho, ho! That is the reason for the kiss: to make me amenable. Why did you not say, 'the handsome young man'?" "The handsome young man, then; indeed, the very handsome young man." "He is a stranger in Annapolis." "I know that." "And what else?" "What my eyes saw—graceful, easy, handsome, a man of the world." "Oh, you women! Graceful, easy, handsome, a man of the world! You judge by externals." "And pray, sir, what else had I to judge by?" springing up; "I but saw him—you spoke with him. How far am I amiss?" The Governor smiled. "Not by the fraction of a hair, so far as I can make it," he said. "He is Sir Edward Parkington, come from London for his pleasure. He brought with him letters of introduction to Mr. Dulany and myself. He seems to have been in a rather hard case, too. He took passage from The Capes to Annapolis in The Sally, a bark of small tonnage and worse sail. They ran into a storm; the bark foundered, and all on board were lost, except Parkington; or, at least, he saw none when, more dead than alive, he was cast ashore near Saint Mary's." "The poor fellow! Did he lose everything?" "Everything but the letters, which were in his pocket—and his charm of manner and good looks." At least, we shall appreciate the latter." The Governor looked at her rather quizzically. "Yes, I reckon you will," he said. "At least, if you do not, it will be the first time." His eyes fell on one, in the red and blue of the Royal Americans, who just emerged from the house, and was hesitating on the piazza, as though uncertain whether to descend. "It seems to me there is something familiar in that personage. Do you know him?" Martha turned and looked. "Oh!" she said, "I do not want to see him. Why does he pester me?" "Nevertheless, my dear, he is there; and I see he is coming here. So take him off and make game of him, playing him this way and that; a bit of encouragement, a vast disdain; and, then, send him off again a little more securely hooked than ever.... Good morning, Captain Herford, were you looking for us, or, rather, were you looking for one of us?" Charles Herford bowed, elaborately, his hand upon his sword-hilt, his hat across his heart. "If your Excellency please, I was," he said. "Which one: Mistress Martha Stirling or Horatio Sharpe?" asked the Governor, arising. "Mistress Stirling, so please you," said Herford, with another bow. "Then, I bid you good morning!" the Colonel laughed, and returned to the house. "Well, sir," said Miss Stirling, after a moment's silence, "what can I do for you—or, rather, what can I do with you?" "Treat me just faintly nice." "Oh," she said, looking at him through half-closed eyes, "is that it; humble, this morning!" "Yes, humble, grovelling, anything to win your favor." She turned, and they passed slowly among the flowers. "Is humbleness the way to win a woman's favor?" she asked. "I do not know. It seems to me the proper way—or, if not proper, the more expedient way. Perchance, you will tell me."

Excerpt from The Princess DehraHenry, who, it was said, had displaced him in the line of Succession, and was to marry the Princess Dehra.And at her name every woman Of them curtsied and every man uncovered; blaming High Heaven the while, that she might not reign over them, when Frederick the King were gone; and well prepared to welcome the new heir if she were to be his queen.At first the Duke had kept to the seclusion Of his own domain, wide and wild enough to let him ride all day without crossing its boundary, but after a time he came at intervals, with a companion or two, into the low-lands, choosing the main highways, and dallying Occasionally at some cross-road smithy for a word Of gossip with those around the forge.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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