Johnston Annie Fellows. The Little Colonel's Holidays
CHAPTER I. THE MAGIC KETTLE
CHAPTER II. THE END OF THE SUMMER
CHAPTER III. BACK TO THE CUCKOO'S NEST
CHAPTER IV "TO BARLEY-BRIGHT."
CHAPTER V. A TIME FOR PATIENCE
CHAPTER VI. MOLLY'S STORY
CHAPTER VII. A FEAST OF SAILS
CHAPTER VIII. EUGENIA JOINS THE SEARCH
CHAPTER IX. LEFT BEHIND
CHAPTER X. HOME-LESSONS AND JACK-O'-LANTERNS
CHAPTER XI. A HALLOWE'EN PARTY
CHAPTER XII. THE HOME OF A HERO
CHAPTER XIII. THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING
CHAPTER XIV. LLOYD MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XV. A HAPPY CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER XVI. A PEEP INTO THE FUTURE
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It was Malcolm who started the old tune, thrumming a soft accompaniment on his banjo, as he sat leaning against one of the great white pillars of the vine-covered porch. Then Betty, swinging in a hammock with a new St. Nicholas in her lap, began to hum with him. Rob Moore, sitting on the step below, took it up next, whistling it softly, but the Little Colonel and Keith went on talking.
It was a warm September afternoon, and all down the long avenue of giant locust-trees there was scarcely a leaf astir. Keith fanned himself with his hat as he talked.
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Pearline gave a swift inquiring look toward the Little Colonel, and seeing her nod consent, she turned to Rob with a delighted flash of white teeth and eye-balls.
"Yessa, Mist Rob. I kin do it if you'll come whilst she's makin' a racket beatin' aigs. But she'll bus' my haid open suah, if she cotch me."
