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The Little Washingtons\' TravelsThe Little Washingtons\' Travels

“At my age, too,” began Miss Helen Campbell, leaning back in her seat and folding her hands with an expression of resignation. “At your age, what, dear cousin?” demanded Wilhelmina Campbell, superintending the strapping on at the back of the car of five extra large suit cases and other paraphernalia for a long trip. “Why should not things happen at your age as well as at ours? But at your age, what?” “At my age to turn emigrant,” exclaimed the little lady. “At my age to become a gypsy vagabond. Oh, dear, oh, dear! What would grandpapa have said?” “He would have been delighted, I am certain, Cousin Helen,” answered her young relative, “since he was a soldier and a jolly old gentleman, too, papa has always said.” “But such an up to date gypsy-vagabond-emigrant, Miss Campbell,” pursued Elinor Butler, “one who rides in a motor car and wears a silk traveling coat and a sky-blue chiffon veil.”

Natalie

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Polly\'s Southern Cruise

Lillian Roy was a 20th century author of kids books, some of which, like The Blue Birds\' Winter Nest, are still widely read today.

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Katherine Stokes wrote this popular book that continues to be widely read today despite its age.

Girl Scouts in the Rockies Lillian Elizabeth Roy 1921

Anna Bartlett Warner was an American writer, the author of several books, and of poems set to music as hymns and religious songs for children. 

I can remember quite well when we all came to China. It is four years ago, and I was eight years old, and you can remember when you are three, so father says. I am twelve now, and I feel quite grown up, that is because I am older than any of the others. Most people call me prim and old-fashioned, but mother says I am her right hand. Rachel is the next to me, but she is in a different generation almost, only nine years old, and quite a child. Then there is Jack, he is eight, and Jill, she is seven. Jill is not her name really—they all have Bible names—but we call her that because she and Jack are such friends, and always do everything together. Then there is Tim, he is only five years old, and little baby Anna. Baby Anna is so lovely, and the Chinese women are very fond of her. She has dark eyes, and rings of dark hair all over her head; but somehow she does not look like other children. She smiles, and yet she has a solemn look: that rapt look that the cherubs have, like pictures of the Blessed Lord Himself when He was a little child. Father says so sometimes, but mother does not like it. I never can think why, but she looks so sad, and once I saw her brushing some tears away. I think really, though I have never told anyone else, that mother is afraid baby Anna will not live. I heard the servants talking one day, and nurse said she was sure the baby would never live to grow up.

"OOO-OOH! Oo-ooh! Nita!" called Suzanne Baker, as she skipped across the small square of green grass that individualised the brownstone house where Anita Brampton lived. No answer came, so Zan—as she was always called for short—impatiently repeated the call, adding after a moment\'s pause, "Where are you—come on out!" Still no reply, but the pretty face of Mrs. Brampton appeared at the glass door inside the vestibule. She smiled as she recognised the caller and nodded for her to come in. Zan ran up the steps and said, "How\'d do, Mrs. Brampton—where\'s Nita?" "Looking for you, most likely," laughed the lady of the house. Then, as her smile changed to a petulant look with the changing of her thought, she added, "Dear me! Nita is a sore trial. Did you ever know her to accomplish anything without confusion to others?" Zan knew from experience that that aggrieved tone meant a long harangue on Nita\'s shortcomings, so she hurriedly changed the subject. "Well, as long as Nita isn\'t here I guess I\'ll run along to Miss Miller\'s. They\'ll all be there waiting, I s\'pose." "All right, dearie; I have a little bridge party in the library, or I would give more time to you," replied Mrs. Brampton, daintily patting down a few stray wisps of blonde hair that fluttered in the breeze from the open door. "Oh, I\'m in a great hurry, anyway," returned Zan, starting out of the doorway.

Kenneth Ward wrote this popular book that continues to be widely read today despite its age.

Allen Chapman was one of the many pseudonyms used by the Stratemeyer Syndicate to publish popular kids books.