Eleanor H Porter

Margaret had been home two hours-two hours of breathless questions, answers, tears, and laughter-two hours of delighted wandering about the house and grounds. In the nursery she had seen the little woolly dog that lay on the floor just as she had left it five years before; and out on the veranda steps she had seen the great stone lions that had never quite faded from her memory. And always at her side had walked the sweet-faced lady of her dreams, only now the lady was very real, with eyes that smiled on one so lovingly, and lips and hands that kissed and caressed one so tenderly.

The Story of How Margaret Solved Her Problem

The Turn of the Tide

Though starkly different from Pollyanna, the book that propelled author Eleanor H. Porter to worldwide acclaim, the engrossing novel Dawn plumbs some of the same themes as its predecessor, including the importance of always maintaining an optimistic outlook on life, no matter how dire the circumstances you are facing. Set against the backdrop of World War I, the novel's protagonist is a young man whose vision is gradually degrading. Will he continue to wallow in his despair, or will he find a way to accept his encroaching blindness?

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Dawn

The final entry in Eleanor H. Porter's charming Miss Billy Trilogy about a young orphan who finds love and acceptance in the family of her late father's college friend, Miss Billy Married concludes the trilogy with an account of the heroine's first few years as a newlywed. Through the ups and downs - including crossed wires with her new husband, difficulties in the domestic arena, and heartrending struggles with illness - Billy maintains the chipper attitude that has sustained her throughout all of life's difficulties.

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Miss Billy Married

The whole town is playing the game, and the whole town is wonderfully happier-and all because of one little girl who taught the people a new game, and how to play it. Suddenly orphaned, Pollyanna is sent across the country to a small town in Vermont, where she will live with her strict Aunt Polly. But Pollyanna doesn't seem to notice how stern and unfeeling her aunt really is. When feeling unhappy, she simply plays her "glad" game-finding a silver lining in every cloud. Eventually, Pollyanna brightens the lives of everyone in town with her infectious game, and finds a home for every stray cat, dog, and child she encounters. But then a terrible accident happens and Pollyanna can't find anything to feel glad about anymore. All her new friends turn out to support her, but will that be enough to restore Pollyanna's cheerful outlook on life?

Pollyanna

Pollyanna is a 1913 novel by American author Eleanor H. Porter, considered a classic of children's literature. I read this book in one day. I read "Pollyanna" and cried all the time. Through these tears, the Holy Spirit cleanses me ... I am sure that every Christian should read this book!

The young orphan Pollyanna is sent to live with her stern Aunt in a dour New England town. Refusing to be cast down by her circumstances, Pollyanna begins teaching the town "the glad game", which her father taught her. To play, one must find something to be glad about in every situation. Gradually, the irrepressible girl brings happiness and light to the lives of everyone around her. Pollyanna is a children's literature classic.

Pollyanna (Annotated)

Mr. Neilson was determined to name his first child after his boyhood chum, William Henshaw. When the baby disappointed him by being a girl, he was consoled by naming her Billy. Miss Billy, now 18, orphaned and all alone in the world, takes her lawyer's suggestion to ask her namesake to take her in. Only one little problem - Mr. Henshaw did not know of her existence, and then mistakenly thinks that Billy is a boy! His life and that of his two brothers is pleasantly turned upside down.

Miss Billy

Della Wetherby tripped up the somewhat imposing steps of her sister's Commonwealth Avenue home and pressed an energetic finger against the electric-bell button. From the tip of her wing-trimmed hat to the toe of her low-heeled shoe she radiated health, capability, and alert decision. Even her voice, as she greeted the maid that opened the door, vibrated with the joy of living."Good morning, Mary. Is my sister in?""Y-yes, ma'am, Mrs. Carew is in," hesitated the girl; "but-she gave orders she'd see no one.""Did she? Well, I'm no one," smiled Miss Wetherby, "so she'll see me. Don't worry-I'll take the blame," she nodded, in answer to the frightened remonstrance in the girl's eyes. "Where is she-in her sitting-room?""Y-yes, ma'am; but-that is, she said-" Miss Wetherby, however, was already halfway up the broad stairway; and, with a despairing backward glance, the maid turned away.In the hall above Della Wetherby unhesitatingly walked toward a half-open door, and knocked."Well, Mary," answered a "dear-me-what-now" voice. "Haven't I-Oh, Della!" The voice grew suddenly warm with love and surprise. "You dear girl, where did you come from?"

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Nancy had never "worked out" before; but a sick mother suddenly widowed and left with three younger children besides Nancy herself, had forced the girl into doing something toward their support, and she had been so pleased when she found a place in the kitchen of the great house on the hill-Nancy had come from "The Corners," six miles away, and she knew Miss Polly Harrington only as the mistress of the old Harrington homestead, and one of the wealthiest residents of the town. That was two months before. She knew Miss Polly now as a stern, severe-faced woman who frowned if a knife clattered to the floor, or if a door banged-but who never thought to smile even when knives and doors were still. "When you've finished your morning work, Nancy," Miss Polly was saying now, "you may clear the little room at the head of the stairs in the attic, and make up the cot bed. Sweep the room and clean it, of course, after you clear out the trunks and boxes." "Yes, ma'am. And where shall I put the things, please, that I take out?" "In the front attic." Miss Polly hesitated, then went on: "I suppose I may as well tell you now, Nancy. My niece, Miss Pollyanna Whittier, is coming to live with me. She is eleven years old, and will sleep in that room." "A little girl-coming here, Miss Harrington? Oh, won't that be nice!" cried Nancy, thinking of the sunshine her own little sisters made in the home at "The Corners." "Nice? Well, that isn't exactly the word I should use," rejoined Miss Polly, stiffly. "However, I intend to make the best of it, of course. I am a good woman, I hope; and I know my duty." Nancy colored hotly. - Taken from "Pollyanna" written by Eleanor H. Porter

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Pollyanna, now cured of her crippling spinal injury, and able to walk again, goes to live in Boston with Mrs. Carew, a heart-broken woman searching for her lost nephew. Her Aunt Polly goes abroad with her new Uncle, Dr. Chilton. While in Boston, Pollyanna meets new friends and has several interesting adventures... A startling change in Pollyanna's and Aunt Polly's circumstances require Pollyanna to find a way to help support the family. The solution brings all her new friends from Boston and her old friends in Beldingsville together. Pollyanna also discovers she has to make a choice. Who will win her heart?

Miss Billy - Married by Eleanor H. Porter

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Miss Billy - Married

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The final entry in Eleanor H. Porter's charming Miss Billy Trilogy about a young orphan who finds love and acceptance in the family of her late father's college friend, Miss Billy Married concludes the trilogy with an account of the heroine's first few years as a newlywed. Through the ups and downs - including crossed wires with her new husband, difficulties in the domestic arena, and heartrending struggles with illness - Billy maintains the chipper attitude that has sustained her throughout all of life's difficulties. "I, Bertram, take thee, Billy," chanted the white-robed clergyman."'I, Bertram, take thee, Billy, '" echoed the tall young bridegroom, his eyes gravely tender."To my wedded wife.""'To my wedded wife.'" The bridegroom's voice shook a little."To have and to hold from this day forward.""'To have and to hold from this day forward.'" Now the young voice rang with triumph. It had grown strong and steady."For better for worse.""'For better for worse.'""For richer for poorer," droned the clergyman, with the weariness of uncounted repetitions

Billy Neilson was eighteen years old when the aunt, who had brought her up from babyhood, died. Miss Benton's death left Billy quite alone in the world-alone, and peculiarly forlorn. To Mr. James Harding, of Harding & Harding, who had charge of Billy's not inconsiderable property, the girl poured out her heart in all its loneliness two days after the funeral. "You see, Mr. Harding, there isn't any one-not any one who-cares," she choked. "Tut, tut, my child, it's not so bad as that, surely," remonstrated the old man, gently. "Why, I-I care." Billy smiled through tear-wet eyes. "But I can't LIVE with you," she said. "I'm not so sure of that, either," retorted the man. "I'm thinking that Letty and Ann would LIKE to have you with us."

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"And what next? They'd strike William's stratum next, the third floor. Imagine it! You know William as a State Street broker, well-off, a widower, tall, angular, slow of speech, a little bald, very much nearsighted, and the owner of the kindest heart in the world. But really to know William, you must know his rooms. William collects things. He has always collected things-and he's saved every one of them. There's a tradition that at the age of one year he crept into the house with four small round white stones. Anyhow, if he did, he's got them now. Rest assured of that-and he's forty this year. Miniatures, carved ivories, bugs, moths, porcelains, jades, stamps, postcards, spoons, baggage tags, theatre programs, playing-cards-there isn't anything that he doesn't collect. He's on teapots, now. Imagine it-William and teapots! And they're all there in his rooms-one glorious mass of confusion. Just fancy those archaeologists trying to make their 'monk' live there!

Miss Billy - Large Print Edition

The second in the Miss Billy Trilogy, Miss Billy's Decision is a heart warming tale of love and misunderstandings in love. Billy, all grown up in this sequel, has to face adversaries in order to win the love of the man she desires. Written in a bright and clever style, this book completely transforms the reader into the world of Miss Billy, and we get to meet her friends and share their adventure. Calderwell had met Mr. M. J. Arkwright in London through a common friend; since then they had tramped half over Europe together in a comradeship that was as delightful as it was unusual. As Calderwell put it in a letter to his sister, Belle: "We smoke the same cigar and drink the same tea (he's just as much of an old woman on that subject as I am!), and we agree beautifully on all necessary points of living, from tipping to late sleeping in the morning; while as for politics and religion-we disagree in those just enough to lend spice to an otherwise tame existence." Farther along in this same letter Calderwell touched upon his new friend again

Miss Billy's Decision

Billy Neilson was eighteen years old when the aunt, who had brought her up from babyhood, died. Miss Benton's death left Billy quite alone in the world-alone, and peculiarly forlorn. To Mr. James Harding, of Harding & Harding, who had charge of Billy's not inconsiderable property, the girl poured out her heart in all its loneliness two days after the funeral."You see, Mr. Harding, there isn't any one-not any one who-cares," she choked."Tut, tut, my child, it's not so bad as that, surely," remonstrated the old man, gently. "Why, I-I care."Billy smiled through tear-wet eyes."But I can't LIVE with you," she said."I'm not so sure of that, either," retorted the man. "I'm thinking that Letty and Ann would LIKE to have you with us."The girl laughed now outright. She was thinking of Miss Letty, who had "nerves," and of Miss Ann, who had a "heart"; and she pictured her own young, breezy, healthy self attempting to conform to the hushed and shaded thing that life was, within Lawyer Harding's home."Thank you, but I'm sure they wouldn't," she objected. "You don't know how noisy I am."The lawyer stirred restlessly and pondered."But, surely, my dear, isn't there some relative, somewhere?" he demanded. "How about your mother's people?"Billy shook her head. Her eyes filled again with tears."There was only Aunt Ella, ever, that I knew anything about. She and mother were the only children there were, and mother died when I was a year old, you know."Eleanor Hodgman Porter was an American novelist who mainly wrote children's literature, including three Miss Billy books, Just David, Six Star Ranch, Cross Currents, and The Turn of the Tide. However, her most famous is Pollyanna, later followed by a sequel, Pollyanna Grows Up.

Billy Neilson was eighteen years old when the aunt, who had brought her up from babyhood, died. Miss Benton's death left Billy quite alone in the world-alone, and peculiarly forlorn. To Mr. James Harding, of Harding & Harding, who had charge of Billy's not inconsiderable property, the girl poured out her heart in all its loneliness two days after the funeral. "You see, Mr. Harding, there isn't any one-not any one who-cares," she choked. "Tut, tut, my child, it's not so bad as that, surely," remonstrated the old man, gently. "Why, I-I care." Billy smiled through tear-wet eyes. "But I can't LIVE with you," she said. "I'm not so sure of that, either," retorted the man. "I'm thinking that Letty and Ann would LIKE to have you with us." The girl laughed now outright. She was thinking of Miss Letty, who had "nerves," and of Miss Ann, who had a "heart"; and she pictured her own young, breezy, healthy self attempting to conform to the hushed and shaded thing that life was, within Lawyer Harding's home.

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