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Title: The Little Colonel

Author: Annie Fellows Johnston

Release Date: December, 2005 [EBook #9407]
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THE LITTLE COLONEL

By Annie Fellows Johnston

1895

TO ONE OF KENTUCKY'S DEAREST LITTLE DAUGHTERS

The Little Colonel

HERSELF--THIS REMEMBRANCE OF A HAPPY SUMMER IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"'CAUSE I'M SO MUCH LIKE YOU,' WAS THE STARTLING ANSWER".
"THE SAME TEMPER SEEMED TO BE BURNING IN THE EYES OF THE CHILD".
"WITH THE PARROT PERCHED ON THE BROOM SHE WAS CARRYING".
"THE LITTLE COLONEL CLATTERED UP AND DOWN THE HALL".
"SINGING AT THE TOP OF HER VOICE".
"'TELL ME GOOD-BY, BABY DEAR,' SAID MRS. SHERMAN".
"'AMANTHIS,' REPEATED THE CHILD DREAMILY".
"SHE CLIMBED UP IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR".
"THE SWEET LITTLE VOICE SANG IT TO THE END".

CHAPTER I.

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 it