Project: Mystery Bus by Melody Carlson

Author:Melody Carlson [Carlson, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zonderkidz
Published: 2017-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

chapter seven

On Sunday, the girls met at two. They decided to walk to town to see if Carlie’s prints were ready yet. Fortunately they were, and after carefully looking at all of them, they picked out several that looked really good. They walked over to the newspaper office only to find that it was closed.

“We’ll bring them first thing tomorrow,” said Morgan.

Back at the Rainbow Bus, the girls settled in, opened some windows for fresh air, and shared a bag of Oreos pro- vided by Carlie.

“When do we get the prize money?” asked Amy.

“The guy at the hotel said we can pick it up on Monday. He wants us all to come so we can get our picture taken.”

“Maybe we can just give him one of these,” said Carlie, holding up the packet of photos.

“My mom could give us a ride to the resort,” said Emily. “But then she couldn’t bring us home.”

“And it’s a long walk,” said Carlie.

“I’ll ask Grandma to drive us,” said Morgan.

“Should we decide how we want to use our prize money for the bus?” asked Amy, setting the notebook on the table like she was ready to start writing things down.

“I thought I was the secretary,” said Emily, sliding the notebook over to herself.

“Is this an official meeting?” asked Morgan.

“I don’t know, Madam President,” said Amy. “Is it?”

Morgan shrugged. “Why not?”

“Are you going to call the meeting to order?” asked Amy.

“Okay,” said Morgan in an even voice. “I realize that you like to do things your way, Amy, but since I’m president, I get to run the meeting my way. And I’m not into all that fancy-schmancy meeting rules stuff. I mean, it’s fine for Emily to take notes, if she wants to and needs to, and you can do whatever you think a treasurer should do. But I am a free spirit and I refuse to be put in a box.”

“Amen!” said Emily, stifling a giggle.

Morgan laughed. “You sound just like Walter Alpenheimer.”

“Who’s Walter Alpenheimer?” asked Amy.

“This guy at church who always says ‘Amen’ after everything.”

“Amen,” said Emily again.

“So, am I clear?” asked Morgan.

“Works for me,” said Carlie.

“Whatever,” said Amy.

“Okay,” began Morgan. “For starters, I would like to see us get some kind of new covering for that sorry old couch.” She pointed to the faded and frayed fabric where some of the stuffing was starting to come out. “I mean, we cleaned and scrubbed it the best we could, and that blanket from my house sort of covers it up. But I think we could do better.”

“I agree,” said Emily.

“Me too,” said Carlie.

“How much do you think that will cost?” asked Amy.

Morgan considered this. “I don’t know. But we’ll get the best deal we can. And while I’m on that subject, I’d like something nicer to cover the bed with too. That mattress is kind of gross and the blanket sort of works, but you know how it slips off. I’d like to do something that makes it prettier and more comfortable. And we need more pillows, you know, so we can lean back there and read and stuff.

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