Read The Boxcar Children Mysteries: Books One through Twelve Online
Authors: Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Boxcar Children Mysteries: Books One through Twelve (95 page)
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Sochoolhouse Mystery
GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER
Illustrated by David Cunningham
ALBERT WHITMAN & Company, Chicago, Illinois
Contents
CHAPTER
1
Benny’s Plan
T
he whole Alden family sat on the front porch reading. It was one of those hot vacation days in June. Supper was over and the sun had not yet set.
“Plenty of light to read by,” said Benny as he took his favorite book to his favorite seat in the corner. Jessie and Violet, his sisters, were already sitting in the porch swing. Henry, the oldest of the Aldens, was just home from college. He sat in one easy chair, and Grandfather sat in another.
Suddenly Grandfather looked up. Benny was not reading any more. He was looking straight ahead. But he was not looking at anything.
“What’s the matter, Ben?” asked Mr. Alden.
“I’m thinking,” said Benny. He did not move.
“What are you thinking about, old man?” asked Henry. “It seems to be important.”
“No, it isn’t important,” Benny said, but he did not go back to his book.
“You might as well tell us,” said his older sister Jessie. “It must be interesting.”
Violet added, “Please, Benny.”
“Well,” said Benny, “it’s something Max said.”
“Oh, your friend Max?” said Henry. “What did Max say?”
“Well, it wasn’t much,” said Benny, “but it got me thinking. He said that we Aldens always seem to have an exciting time on vacation no matter where we go. Always some adventure.”
“Max was right,” said Violet.
“Yes,” said Benny, looking at Violet. “I told Max he was dead right. But then he said he’d like to see us have any exciting adventures if we went to his father’s favorite fishing town up on the northern coast. He said it was a tiny village with nothing there. He is sure we couldn’t go there and have any adventures. He said even an Alden couldn’t find anything exciting in that place.”
Mr. Alden was quick to read Benny’s mind. He laughed and said, “So I suppose you want to go to this fishing village and try it?”
Benny turned and looked at his grandfather. “Well,” he said, “you see it sounded pretty interesting. I mean I can’t imagine being dull anywhere, can you?”
“No, Benny, I can’t,” said Mr. Alden. “This is not a family to have a dull time. It never was. How would you like to go there for a short time? There would still be half the summer left to go somewhere else.”
“Oh, I remember!” said Jessie. “You had something all planned for this summer, Grandfather.”
“It can wait,” Mr. Alden said, smiling to himself.
“It certainly would be fun to visit a dull town,” said Jessie. “Is it right on the sea?”
“Yes,” said Benny. “It’s an island at high tide with water on all sides. But at low tide the ocean goes out and leaves a roadway made of rocks and gravel. You can drive a car across or walk across. But the people don’t go off the island very often, Max says. Just the summer visitors.”
“And I guess there are not many of them,” said Henry.
“Where do the visitors stay?” asked Violet.
“There’s only one place,” Benny answered. “It’s something like an old country hotel with six rooms for summer fishermen like Max’s father. The village is tiny. There’s a schoolhouse and a store. There isn’t even a post office. There are houses for the people who live there, and a sardine factory where they work. They use the schoolhouse for town meetings. And that’s all.”
Grandfather looked around at the family. “If you all want to go, I’m ready. But every one of you must want to go.”
“Of course we do, Grandfather,” said Henry. “It will be fun to prove old Max is wrong. We have exciting times just by ourselves.”
“We’ll show Max!” said Benny.
Henry added, “It would be interesting to study a village where people are so cut off from everyone else. I might even write a college paper on it.”
“What’s the name of this village?” asked Grandfather. “Maybe I know it from my old fishing trips.”
“Maybe you do,” said Benny. “You know a lot of things. It is called Port Elizabeth.”
Mr. Alden shook his head. “No, I don’t know that name. We can look for it on a map. It can’t be too far away.”
Violet ran into the house and soon came back with a book of maps. “You look it up,” said Grandfather.
“Here it is,” cried Violet. “It must be very small, the name is in such fine print. And here’s the island. The only town near it is Northport.”
Henry looked at the map. “It looks as if Northport is about thirty miles away,” he said. “It must be a very small town, too.”
“It’s bigger than Port Elizabeth, though,” Jessie said. “We can probably buy things there.”
“We can take some things with us, too,” said Grandfather.
Benny began to laugh. “I never thought you would want to go to Max’s village,” he said. “I just can’t help thinking about the surprise we’ll have for Max.”