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Authors: Julie Campbell
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you’re both right,” Trixie sighed, “but....”
“But what?” Brian laughed.
“It’s just that I have a feeling, that’s all.”
Mart groaned, and Brian sighed and rolled his eyes ceilingward.
“You know, her feelings have been right before,” Honey said, in Trixie’s defense.
“I know,” Brian admitted, “but don’t you think that Miss Darcy has enough on her mind without Trixie bothering her with some crazy notion about costumes?”
“Okay, okay! Time out. I get the message.” Trixie grinned good-naturedly. “I’d better get downstairs and start wooing Bobby with stories, or he’ll never go to bed. He’s so excited about Reddy coming home tomorrow.”
“I’ll read to him for a while,” Honey offered, following Trixie down the stairs. Brian and Mart went to their rooms to finish their homework.
“You weren’t listening to anything they said, were you?” Honey whispered.
“Not a word!” Trixie laughed. “In fact, my hunches are getting hunchier—if that’s a word. I’ve got to get another look at those costumes— and that catalog!”
Curious Costumes and Catalogs ● 7
THE NEXT MORNING, Trixie and Honey awoke to the smell of frying bacon. “I don’t think there’s a more wonderful aroma in the world,” Trixie sighed, rolling over and sitting up. “It’s that kind of warm, get-up-and-get-going smell.“
“And that’s exactly what we’ve got to do—get up and get going.” Honey yawned and stretched.
The two girls dressed quickly and hurried down to the breakfast table.
“What a feast!” Mart exclaimed, eyeing the big stack of golden brown pancakes and the platter of crisp bacon. “This is usually Sunday-morning-breakfast fare. I think Honey should stay over more often, if it means weekday breakfasts like this.” He sat down and quickly filled his plate.
“I thought I’d make something special this morning,” Mrs. Belden said. “Since you’re driving to school today, there’s no rush to make the bus, and besides, we have a guest.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Belden,” Honey said.
“And such a polite guest, at that,” Helen Belden added, clearing her throat.
“Oops! Yeah, Moms, thank you,” Trixie said. Brian and Mart added their thanks, too.
Brian finished eating first, so he went to pick up Jim and Di. He had called them the night before and offered them a ride to school.
“I’ll swing by and pick all of you up in about fifteen minutes, so no third helpings this morning, Mart,” Brian warned.
“I’m so ’cited about Reddy coming home, I can hardly eat any potcakes,” Bobby said.
“Potcakes?” Honey chuckled. “You mean pancakes.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bobby giggled.
Everyone had finished breakfast and was ready to go when Brian sounded the horn of the Bob-White station wagon.
“I don’t know if we’ll be able to get everyone in the car for the ride home, with Reddy in here,” Brian said as they started off down Glen Road. “Unless, of course, someone’s willing to sit way in the back.”
“No problem,” Jim offered. “I’ll crawl back there. Reddy should have a full-fledged Bob-White welcome-home party.”
“Fine with me,” Brian said. A short time later, he was pulling into the student parking lot at Sleepyside High. “Everyone meet here, then, right after school, and we’ll go pick up Reddy.” Trixie ran to her locker, hung up her coat, and grabbed the books she needed for her first two classes. I want to have a few minutes to talk to Miss Darcy when I return this envelope, she thought, hurrying to the drama teacher’s office.
At Trixie’s gentle knock Miss Darcy opened the door. “Oh, Trixie, I’ve been waiting for you. Thank you for returning this envelope. Here’s the right one.” Eileen Darcy sighed with obvious relief.
“I thought it was important, so I—” Trixie began, but she was interrupted by the sound of the warning bell.
“You’d better go along to your class,” Miss Darcy said as she put the
“But what?” Brian laughed.
“It’s just that I have a feeling, that’s all.”
Mart groaned, and Brian sighed and rolled his eyes ceilingward.
“You know, her feelings have been right before,” Honey said, in Trixie’s defense.
“I know,” Brian admitted, “but don’t you think that Miss Darcy has enough on her mind without Trixie bothering her with some crazy notion about costumes?”
“Okay, okay! Time out. I get the message.” Trixie grinned good-naturedly. “I’d better get downstairs and start wooing Bobby with stories, or he’ll never go to bed. He’s so excited about Reddy coming home tomorrow.”
“I’ll read to him for a while,” Honey offered, following Trixie down the stairs. Brian and Mart went to their rooms to finish their homework.
“You weren’t listening to anything they said, were you?” Honey whispered.
“Not a word!” Trixie laughed. “In fact, my hunches are getting hunchier—if that’s a word. I’ve got to get another look at those costumes— and that catalog!”
Curious Costumes and Catalogs ● 7
THE NEXT MORNING, Trixie and Honey awoke to the smell of frying bacon. “I don’t think there’s a more wonderful aroma in the world,” Trixie sighed, rolling over and sitting up. “It’s that kind of warm, get-up-and-get-going smell.“
“And that’s exactly what we’ve got to do—get up and get going.” Honey yawned and stretched.
The two girls dressed quickly and hurried down to the breakfast table.
“What a feast!” Mart exclaimed, eyeing the big stack of golden brown pancakes and the platter of crisp bacon. “This is usually Sunday-morning-breakfast fare. I think Honey should stay over more often, if it means weekday breakfasts like this.” He sat down and quickly filled his plate.
“I thought I’d make something special this morning,” Mrs. Belden said. “Since you’re driving to school today, there’s no rush to make the bus, and besides, we have a guest.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Belden,” Honey said.
“And such a polite guest, at that,” Helen Belden added, clearing her throat.
“Oops! Yeah, Moms, thank you,” Trixie said. Brian and Mart added their thanks, too.
Brian finished eating first, so he went to pick up Jim and Di. He had called them the night before and offered them a ride to school.
“I’ll swing by and pick all of you up in about fifteen minutes, so no third helpings this morning, Mart,” Brian warned.
“I’m so ’cited about Reddy coming home, I can hardly eat any potcakes,” Bobby said.
“Potcakes?” Honey chuckled. “You mean pancakes.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bobby giggled.
Everyone had finished breakfast and was ready to go when Brian sounded the horn of the Bob-White station wagon.
“I don’t know if we’ll be able to get everyone in the car for the ride home, with Reddy in here,” Brian said as they started off down Glen Road. “Unless, of course, someone’s willing to sit way in the back.”
“No problem,” Jim offered. “I’ll crawl back there. Reddy should have a full-fledged Bob-White welcome-home party.”
“Fine with me,” Brian said. A short time later, he was pulling into the student parking lot at Sleepyside High. “Everyone meet here, then, right after school, and we’ll go pick up Reddy.” Trixie ran to her locker, hung up her coat, and grabbed the books she needed for her first two classes. I want to have a few minutes to talk to Miss Darcy when I return this envelope, she thought, hurrying to the drama teacher’s office.
At Trixie’s gentle knock Miss Darcy opened the door. “Oh, Trixie, I’ve been waiting for you. Thank you for returning this envelope. Here’s the right one.” Eileen Darcy sighed with obvious relief.
“I thought it was important, so I—” Trixie began, but she was interrupted by the sound of the warning bell.
“You’d better go along to your class,” Miss Darcy said as she put the
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