The President's Daughter by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Author:Kimberly Brubaker Bradley [Bradley, Kimberly Brubaker]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-54263-2
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2004-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Saturday morning Quentin ran down the wide main-floor hallway. “Tom Pen, Tom Pen!” he yelled. “One of the guinea pigs had babies, and I didn't even know he was a girl!” He came back down the hallway tugging on the arm of a tall, bearded old man, the doorkeeper I'd seen on our first night. “Come look!” he said.

The old man grinned and lifted Quentin to his shoulders. “Guinea pig babies!” he said. “Well, which one was it?”

“Bishop Doane! My favorite!” Quentin giggled.

I went upstairs with them and looked at the guinea pigs in their box in the boys’ bedroom. Bishop Doane was surrounded by a litter of tiny mewling piglets. “You'll want a separate box for her now,” I said.

“That you will,” agreed the doorman.

“Ethel, do you know Tom Pen?” Quentin demanded. “He's my best friend after Mr. Craig.” Mr. Craig was one of the White House policemen. Quentin adored him.

“No, sir.” I shook the man's hand. “Ethel Roosevelt.”

“Thomas Pendel,” he said.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Pendel.”

He shook his head. “Call me Tom Pen,” he said. “Children always call me Tom Pen.”

Quentin hung on the man's trousers. “Tad Lincoln called him that,” he said. “Tom Pen was doorman for his father too. Tell her, Tom Pen.”

Tom Pen's face brightened. “It's true. I've been here ever since Lincoln took office, forty years ago. I loved that little Tad. All these years since, there's never been the same kind of liveliness in this house—until now.” He ruffled Quentin's hair and smiled.

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