Books with author Johnston Annie F. (Annie Fellows)

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.

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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.

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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

Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman by Annie Fellows Johnson, author of “The Little Colonel Series,” etc., with illustrations by Reginald B. Birch CONTENTSIllustration: Miss Santa ClausChapter 1.Illustration: “Oh, dear Santa Claus”Chapter 2.Illustration: “Here!” he saidChapter 3.Illustration: “Oh, rabbit dravy!” he criedChapter 4.Illustration: He pushed aside the red plush curtain and looked inIllustration: And ran after the boy as hard as she could goChapter 5.Illustration: It was about the Princess InaChapter 6.Illustration: The shower of stars falling on the blanket made her think of the star-flowerChapter 7.Illustration: “Take it back!” Chapter 1.THE last half hour had seemed endless to Will’m, almost as long as the whole four years of his life. With his stubby little shoes drawn up under him, and his soft bobbed hair flapping over his ears every time the rockers tilted forward, he sat all alone in the sitting-room behind the shop, waiting and rocking.It seemed as if everybody at the Junction wanted something that afternoon; thread or buttons or yarn, or the home-made doughnuts which helped out the slim stock of goods in the little notion store which had once been the parlor. And it seemed as if Grandma Neal never would finish waiting on the customers and come back to tell the rest of the story about the Camels and the Star; for no sooner did one person go out than another one came in. He knew by the tinkling of the bell over the front door, every time it opened or shut.The door between the shop and sitting-room being closed, Will’m could not hear much that was said, but several times he caught the word “Christmas,” and once somebody said “Santa Claus,” in such a loud happy-sounding voice that he slipped down from the chair and ran across the room to open the door a crack. It was only lately that he had begun to hear much about Santa Claus. Not until Libby started to school that fall did they know that there is such a wonderful person in the world. Of course they had heard his name, as they had heard Jack Frost’s, and had seen his picture in story-books and advertisements, but they hadn’t known that he is really true till the other children told Libby. Now nearly every day she came home with something new she had learned about him.Will’m must have known always about Christmas though, for he still had a piece of a rubber dog which his father had sent him on his first one, and--a Teddy Bear on his second. And while he couldn’t recall anything about those first two festivals except what Libby told him, he could remember the last one perfectly. There had been a sled, and a fire-engine that wound up with a key, and Grandma Neal had made him some cooky soldiers with red cinnamon-drop buttons on their coats.She wasn’t his own grandmother, but she had taken the place of one to Libby and him, all the years he had been in the world. Their father paid their board, to be sure, and sent them presents and came to see them at long intervals when he could get away from his work, but that was so seldom that Will’m did not feel very well acquainted with him; not so well as Libby did. She was three years older, and could even remember a little bit about their mother before she went off to heaven to get well. Mrs. Neal wasn’t like a real grandmother in many ways. She was almost too young, for one thing. She was always very brisk and very busy, and, as she frequently remarked, she meant what she said and she would be minded.That is why Will’m turned the knob so softly that no one noticed for a moment that the door was ajar. A black-bearded man in a rough overcoat was examining a row of dolls which dangled by their necks from a line above the show case. He was saying jokingly: (Continued...)