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Amanda Douglas

A Modern CinderellaDouglas Amanda M. A Modern Cinderella CHAPTER I AT THE PALACE “You may stay down here until nine o’clock if you like,” said Bridget. “It’s awful cold upstairs. Be sure to wrap yourself good in the old blanket. And put a little coal on the range. If you let my fire go out, I’ll ...

A Little Girl in Old WashingtonA Little Girl in Old Washington JAQUELINE BAKER BEALL:To you, whose ancestors made worthy efforts in the earlier history of the South, and lived romances, this little story is affectionately inscribed.Amanda M. Douglas.Newark, N. J.CHAPTER I. A NEW HOME "But you wil...

A Little Girl in Old San FranciscoA Little Girl in Old San Francisco CHAPTER I FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA It was a long journey for a little girl, so long indeed that the old life had almost faded from her mind, and seemed like something done in another existence. When she was younger still she had...

Kathie's SoldiersDouglas Amanda M. Kathie's Soldiers CHAPTER I ENLISTING IN THE GRAND ARMY "HURRAH!" exclaimed Robert Alston, swinging his hat in the air, as he came up the path; "hurrah! there's going to be a draft at Brookside! Won't it be jolly?"The group assembled glanced up at him, – a fair,...

Hope Mills: or, Between Friend and SweetheartDouglas Amanda M. Hope Mills; Or, Between Friend and Sweetheart "Abou spake more low,But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee, then,Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.'" Leigh Hunt.TOHon. Marcus L. Ward,As a TributeTO ONE WHO HAS HELD LOYALLY T...

A Little Girl in Old PittsburgAmanda M. Douglas A Little Girl in Old Pittsburg CHAPTER I A LITTLE GIRL "Oh, what is it, grandad! Why is Kirsty ringing two bells and oh, what is he saying?"Grandfather Carrick had come out of his cottage and stood in the small yard place that a young oak had nearly...

The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe: or, There's No Place Like HomeAmanda Minnie Douglas The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe; Or, There's No Place Like Home CHAPTER I JOE'S GRAND DISCOVERY Hal sat trotting Dot on his knee, – poor little weazen-faced Dot, who was just getting over the dregs of the mea...

In Wild Rose TimeDouglas Amanda M. In Wild Rose Time I – A HANDFUL OF ROSES “Hev a bunch o’ roses, mem? Fresh wild roses with the dew on ’em. Jes’ picked. On’y ten cents.”They dropped in at the open window, and landed on Virginia Deering’s lap. Her first impulse was to throw them out again, as sh...

Helen Grant's SchooldaysDouglas Amanda M. Helen Grant's Schooldays CHAPTER I HELEN It had been a great day for the children at Hope Center the closing day of school, the last of the term, the last of the week. The larger boys and girls had spent the morning decorating the "big" room, which was to...

A Little Girl in Old St. LouisDouglas Amanda M. A Little Girl in Old St. Louis Cities that have grown from small hamlets seldom keep register of their earlier days, except in the legends handed down in families. St. Louis has the curious anomaly of beginning over several times. For the earliest k...