A Little Maid of Ticonderoga

AUTHOR OF
“A Little Maid of Province Town” “A Little Maid of Massachusetts Colony” “A Little Maid of Narragansett Bay” “A Little Maid of Bunker Hill” “A Little Maid of Old Connecticut” “A Little Maid of Old Philadelphia” “A Little Maid of Old Maine” “A Little Maid of Old New York” “A Little Maid of Virginia”
Illustrated by Wuanita Smith
1929
COPYRIGHT 1917 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
A Little Maid of Ticonderoga
“MY NAME IS ETHAN ALLEN”
This is the story of a little girl whose home was among the Green Mountains of Vermont, then known as “The Wilderness,” at the beginning of the American Revolution; and at the time when Ethan Allen and his brave soldiers were on guard to defend their rights. Ethan Allen was the friend of Faith, the heroine of the story, whose earnest wish to be of help is fulfilled. She journeys from her Wilderness home across Lake Champlain to Ticonderoga, and spends a winter with her aunt and cousin near Fort Ticonderoga. Here she learns a secret about the fort that is of importance later to Ethan Allen’s “Green Mountain Boys.”
There are two very interesting bears in this story. Like the earlier volumes of this series, “A Little Maid of Province Town,” “A Little Maid of Massachusetts Colony,” “A Little Maid of Narragansett Bay,” and “A Little Maid of Bunker Hill”—the present volume introduces the heroes of American history and tells of famous deeds and places of which all American children should know.

Faith Carew was ten years old when Esther Eldridge came to visit her. Faith lived in a big comfortable log cabin on one of the sloping hillsides of the Green Mountains. Below the cabin was her father’s mill; and to Faith it always seemed as if the mill-stream had a gay little song of its own. She always listened for it when she awoke each morning.
“I wonder if Esther will hear what the brook sings?” thought Faith as she drew on her moccasin slippers and dressed as quickly as she could, for her mother had already called her twice, and Faith had just reached the top of the stairs when the third call of, “Faith! Faith! I shall not keep your porridge hot another instant,” sounded from the kitchen.