Books with title Laddie A True Blue Story

Farmer son Laddie Stanton falls in love with the daughter of the man who just bought the land next door, Pamela Pryor. Her father is a vicious old Englishman, and isn't at all happy with the prospect of having Laddie as a son-in-law. Pamela tries to make Laddie get another profession, to please her father and be able to continue their relation. Laddie is very upset and regards Pamela's plead as disrespectful. Laddie's sister, Sister, decides to help the. couple out. Later, Mr. Pryor's dishonored son Robert, arrives on a visit. The Stanton family takes him in when his father doesn't, and Sister starts scheming how to use this to their advantage. When she tells Mr. Pryor that his son is staying with them, the old man is furious and goes to visit the family. He learns that Robert is ill and therefore was discharged from the British Army. Understanding that he was wrong about his son, Mr. Pryor forgives him and also warms to Laddie.... Welcome to a special edition of a renowned classic. This classic, difficult-to-find text has been reprinted using a print-on-demand service to provide you with an updated version of the text, at the best value possible! Several edits have been made for readability, including font, text size, spacing, and alignment changes. However, while our goal was to enhance the ease at which this book can be read, we did not alter or change the historic text. Experience this classic in all of its glory and historical significance!

Gene Stratton Porter (1863-1924) was a pioneering naturalist, wide-life activist, and successful author. Born into a large family in Wabash County, Indiana, Gene quickly found her passion in the natural environment that surrounded her. Their original home was built in close proximity to Limberlost Swamp, a large wetland. This location would provide a setting for two of her most popular novels, "Freckles" (1904) and "A Girl of the Limberlost" (1909). Thematically, most all of her novels examine the unique natural and social environment in which she was raised. "Laddie: A True Blue Story" is somewhat autobiographical, pulling places, characters, and experiences from her youth in Indiana at Limberlost. Porter's styles were wide ranging, from naturalist tales to romance stories. Her talents in photography would lead her to become one of the first women to establish a movie studio and production company. "Laddie: A True Blue Story" is a fascinating account of a young woman growing up in a rich Indiana environment, shedding light onto Porter's early childhood.

A classic novel with a time-tested model for how to raise a happy, well-educated family “Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to anyone in all this world?” ― Gene Stratton-Porter, Laddie: A True Blue Story Laddie: A True Blue Story by Gene Stratton-Porter is a charming fictionalization of the author's own childhood. Featuring a loving family on a small farm, this delightful novel should not be missed. This Xist Classics edition has been professionally formatted for e-readers with a linked table of contents. This ebook also contains a bonus book club leadership guide and discussion questions. We hope you’ll share this book with your friends, neighbors and colleagues and can’t wait to hear what you have to say about it.

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It was supper time when we reached home, and Bobby was at the front gate to meet me. He always hunted me all over the place when the big bell in the yard rang at meal time, because if he crowed nicely when he was told, he was allowed to stand on the back of my chair and every little while I held up my plate and shared bites with him. I have seen many white bantams, but never another like Bobby. My big brothers bought him for me in Fort Wayne, and sent him in a box, alone on the cars. Father and I drove to Groveville to meet him. The minute father pried off the lid, Bobby hopped on the edge of the box and crowed-the biggest crow you ever heard from such a mite of a body; he wasn't in the least afraid of us and we were pleased about it. You scarcely could see his beady black eyes for his bushy topknot, his wing tips touched the ground, his tail had two beautiful plumy feathers much longer than the others, his feet were covered with feathers, and his knee tufts dragged. He was the sauciest, spunkiest little fellow, and white as muslin. We went to supper together, but no one asked where I had been, and because I was so bursting full of importance, I talked only to Bobby, in order to be safe. After supper I finished Hezekiah's trousers, and May cut his coat for me. School would begin in September and our clothes were being made, so I used the scraps to dress him. His suit was done by the next forenoon, and father never laughed harder than when Hezekiah hopped down the walk to meet him dressed in pink trousers and coat. The coat had flowing sleeves like the Princess wore, so Hezekiah could fly, and he seemed to like them. His suit was such a success I began a sunbonnet, and when that was tied on him, the folks almost had spasms. They said he wouldn't like being dressed; that he would fly away to punish me, but he did no such thing. He stayed around the house and was tame as ever. When I became tired sewing that afternoon, I went down the lane leading to our meadow, where Leon was killing thistles with a grubbing hoe. I thought he would be glad to see me, and he was. Every one had been busy in the house, so I went to the cellar the outside way and ate all I wanted from the cupboard. Then I spread two big slices of bread the best I could with my fingers, putting apple butter on one, and mashed potatoes on the other. Leon leaned on the hoe and watched me coming. He was a hungry boy, and lonesome too, but he couldn't be forced to say so.