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قراءة كتاب The Story of the Red Cross as told to The Little Colonel
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The Story of the Red Cross as told to The Little Colonel
THE STORY OF THE RED CROSS
AS TOLD TO
THE LITTLE COLONEL
THE STORY OF
THE RED CROSS
AS TOLD TO
THE LITTLE COLONEL
By Annie Fellows Johnston
"Asa Holmes," "The Jewel Series," etc.
Illustrated by John Goss
BOSTON MDCCCCXVIII
Copyright, 1902, By The Page Company
Copyright, 1918, By The Page Company
All rights reserved
First Impression, October, 1918
THE COLONIAL PRESS C.H. SIMONDS CO., BOSTON, U.S.A.
Publisher's Note
The Little Colonel's Hero,
the fourth volume in the famous
Little Colonel Series.
The publishers would have appropriately used on the cover of this book the Red Cross on a white field, adopted as its emblem by the Red Cross Society, but any use of that emblem for purposes other than those of this society has been prohibited by law.
The Red Cross Society adopted its emblem in honor of Switzerland, where the society originated, but reversed the colors of the Swiss flag, which are a White Cross on a red field. It is consequently, under the circumstances, appropriate that the cover design should show the White Cross of Switzerland, where the Red Cross Society originated, and where its story was told to The Little Colonel.
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | Lloyd Meets Hero | 1 |
| II | Hero's Story | 24 |
| III | The Red Cross of Geneva | 44 |
| IV | Homeward Bound | 69 |
| V | In After Years | 82 |
| PAGE | |
| "'Do you suppose that I could train my dogs to do that?'"(See page 39) | Frontispiece |
| "He stepped aside to let the great creature past him" | 8 |
| "But it did not stop their mad flight" | 16 |
| "He plunged out alone into the deep snow" | 30 |
| "The two were wandering along beside the water together" | 62 |
| "He fastened the medal to Hero's collar" | 67 |
The Story of the Red Cross
as Told to
The Little Colonel
CHAPTER I
LLOYD MEETS HERO
It was in Switzerland in the old town of Geneva. The windows of the big hotel dining-room looked out on the lake, and the Little Colonel, sitting at breakfast the morning after their arrival, could scarcely eat for watching the scene outside.
Gay little pleasure boats flashed back and forth on the sparkling water. The quay and bridge were thronged with people. From open windows down the street came the tinkle of pianos, and out on the pier, where a party of tourists were crowding on to one of the excursion steamers, a band was playing its merriest holiday music.
Far away in the distance she could see the shining snow crown of Mont Blanc, and it gave her an odd feeling, as if she were living