: Amanda M Douglas
: A Little Girl in Old Washington
: Dead Dodo Classic Press
: 9781508028147
: 1
: CHF 0.70
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: Kinder- und Jugendbücher
: English
: 389
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
Dodo Collections presents Amanda M Douglas's 'A Little Girl in Old Washington'. Presented as a fantastic edition with a fully interactive table of contents.





 





Amanda Minnie Douglas was an American writer of adult and juvenile fiction. She was probably best remembered by young readers of her day for the Little Girl series published over the decades flanking the turn of the twentieth century.





 





Her 'A Little Girl' series was one of the first examples of historical fiction for girls, while her Helen Grant books fall into the 'college girl' genre that became so popular at the turn of the 19th/20th centuries. Her Kathie's Stories series - the first that she published - is a fairly typical example of 19th-century didactic moralism.





 





Douglas began by submitting short stories and poems to local publications. In time her stories appeared in editions of The New York Ledger, Saturday Evening Post and the Lady's Friend Magazine. Her first novel, In Trust, was published in 1866 and sold some 20,000 copies. Learning from this first experience, Douglas made sure to retain the copyrights on all of her future works. She would go on to publish at least a novel a year until her retirement in 1913.

CHAPTER I. A NEW HOME


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“BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO take sides,” declared Jaqueline Mason, “and it would be ungrateful if you did not take our side. You are going to live here; you really belong to us, you know. Your mother was own cousin to our dear mother, and Patty was named after her–-“

“I don’t see why I should be called Patty when you’ve given up Jack and make such a fuss!” interrupted a slim, unformed girl, who was nearly as tall as the first speaker.

“Well, Miss Patty, I am sixteen and in long gowns; and next winter I expect to go to balls and parties, and be presented at the White House. Oh, I wish it was a court!”

A young fellow, astride the low window seat, laughed with a teasing, bantering sound in his voice, and his deep eyes were alight with mirth.

“You think you are a great patriot, Jacky, but you hanker after the fleshpots of Egypt and royalty, when we have fought for our freedom and gained our independence and set a noble example to the downtrodden nations of Europe. Sighing for a king and a court!”

“I’m not sighing. One can think of a thing without wishing it–-“

“And he called you Jacky!” cried Patty, with a certain triumph ringing in her tone.

“Father said you were not to.” Jaqueline Mason raised her head with dignity. “I used to think it rather funny when I was romping round, and it teased Aunt Catharine; but I hate it now, and I’ve given up romping. There is a great difference.”

“And Cousin Annis is eager to hear abouther side. You hardly know which side you are on yourself.”

She gave him a withering look, and turned to the little girl who stood in a shrinking attitude, and whose eyes had a certain lustrousness, as if tears were in their limpid depths.

“I wish you wouldn’t interrupt, Louis Mason! I am trying to explain. Grandfather Floyd isn’t our very own grandfather—he married grandmother—and he believes we shouldn’t really have separated from England, or at least we should have modeled our government upon hers and had a king. He thought Washington ought to have stood up for some grandeur and state, and he is afraid now we shall all go to ruin. He never did like President Jefferson. But you are too little to understand politics, Annis, and I was going to explain—father and Aunt Catharine areown brother and sister; then there are five Floyd children, uncle and aunt’s too. You really are not related to them. You are on our mother’s side.”

“Jaqueline, you will be qualified to write the genealogy of Virginia,” and Louis laughed mockingly.

The girl colored with vexation. “Well, everybody is married to almost everybody else; and now your mother has married our father, and that in a