A Ghost in the Window by Betty R. Wright

Author:Betty R. Wright
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781504013406
Publisher: Holiday House

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Dear Princess Running Deer,

I hope you’re having a terrific time to make up for not being in the play. The Princess we have—Yellow-Hair got the part—isn’t much. Every time she says her big farewell speech, I think about how much better it would sound if you were doing it. Mr. Cody does, too, I can tell. He gets this funny look on his face, like he’s wishing he’d signed up for Softball coaching this summer instead of theater-on-wheels.

Actually, being in the play is fun, but it would be a lot more fun if you were in it, too. Instead, you’re off there in the north woods having dates with Handsome Boys. And who knows what other exciting stuff! Oh, speaking of Handsome Boys, Bill came downstairs after supper last night, and we sat on the front steps for a long time, just the way you and I always do. I guess he thought I was lonesome, which I was. My dad is working extra hours this week, and I’m usually asleep before he gets home.

It was the third time Meg had read Rhoda’s letter. She liked picturing her brother and her friend sitting on the apartment steps, telling each other what had happened that day. Rhoda thought Bill was perfect—that was another wonderful thing about Rhoda. She considered him the smartest and nicest boy in Milwaukee, and Meg agreed.

If only they could all be there together on the steps for an hour or so, Meg knew she’d feel better. There was so much that needed telling. She’d tell them that ever since she’d shown Caleb the dream book, he’d been watching her with something close to awe, as if he expected her to pull a rabbit out of a hat or walk on air. More important, she’d tell them that during the last few days she’d been watching closely for signs that her father and Mrs. Larsen cared about each other. She was convinced now that it was true.

They smile at each other when they think no one’s looking. If Mrs. Larsen doesn’t have to work in the evening, they sit on the porch and talk after everyone else has gone to bed. He bought her a present yesterday—a map of Wisconsin the way it looked a hundred years ago. We’ve had lemon meringue pie twice in four days.…

“Meg, do you want cold fried chicken or ham sandwiches or both in your lunch box?” Mrs. Larsen’s sudden appearance on the porch made Meg jump, as if her thoughts might be easily read. The trouble was that she couldn’t hate Mrs. Larsen, even if she wanted to. Caleb’s mother was warm and cheerful and unfailingly kind. She obviously liked Meg and wanted her to enjoy her time in Trevor.

“Both, I guess, My father—”

“—has a healthy appetite. It’s going to be even healthier when you two are out on a lake breathing all that fresh air.” Mrs. Larsen nodded at the giant postcard lying next to Rhoda’s letter on the swing. “You’ve heard from your mother, haven’t you? Is she having a good time in New York?”

“Oh, yes.

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