Harry Houdini: Prince of Air (The Treasure Chest, Book 4)
Ann Hood
Language: English
Pages: 74
ISBN: 2:00355359
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The secrets of Elm Medona thicken… with Harry Houdini!
When Great-Uncle Thorne arrives at Elm Medona, Maisie and Felix's lives get shaken up again. Uncle Thorne moves the family into the mansion proper. One night, Great-Aunt Maisie arranges for Thorne, Maisie, and Felix to rendezvous with her in The Treasure Chest. Minutes later, Maisie and Felix find themselves at a magic show on Coney Island in 1893 starring Harry Houdini. As they follow him and his brother Dash to Pennsylvania and Rhode Island and back to New York City, they wonder what has become of Great-Aunt Maisie and Great-Uncle Thorne. Then one evening at Tom Pastor's Famous 14th Street Theater, the curtain opens and all is revealed.
Harry Houdini: Prince of Air (The Treasure Chest, Book 4)
The Apothecary (The Apothecary, Book 1)
By the Shores of Silver Lake (Little House, Book 5)
are we going?” Maisie said. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Maisie rolled her eyes. “Honestly,” she muttered. But she dutifully went into the walk-in closet and changed from her pajamas into her jeans and an old peasant blouse she’d rescued from her mother’s giveaway bag when they were moving from New York. The blouse was white and scoop-necked and flowy, with red and yellow and black flowers embroidered along the bottom. Her mother had bought it in Mexico on her honeymoon. Maisie
no doubt not want to be part of. “Do you have your cards with you?” she asked. “Yes,” he said carefully. “Well then, we’ll have to get to work, won’t we?” Maisie told him. Performing card tricks on the runway of Coney Island was one of the last things Felix wanted to do. But he recognized the determination in his sister’s eyes. No matter what he said, he would never be able to convince her that this was a bad idea. He took the deck of cards from his jacket pocket, shuffled them, and said,
Who knew whom they might meet next? From outside came the sound of noisy car engines approaching. Maisie got out of bed and ran over to the window, parting the long, sheer curtains to peer down. She watched as a line of antique cars pulled up, one after the other. Each one looked as if it had just been polished, gleaming under the dim sun trying to peek through the layer of gray clouds. As if on cue, the driver’s door of each car—twelve! Maisie counted—opened, and from each car emerged a
white, high-collared shirt, and a red vest. His full head of white hair seemed extra wild, his face extra animated as he surveyed each car and each driver. When he finished, he lifted his walking stick high in the air. In unison the chauffeurs got back into the cars, and like a long snake, the cars drove around the circle of the driveway and off toward the garages where they had sat, neglected, for decades. The large grandfather clock in the hallway outside Maisie’s room chimed nine times.
it’s . . . um . . . in Panama . . .” Hannah said, “Go hang a salami. I’m a lasagna hog.” The popcorn popped in the microwave. The bubbles popped in the glasses of ginger ale. Otherwise, there was no other sound. Until Hannah stood up and announced she was leaving. “Thank you for the soda,” she said, even though she hadn’t taken one sip. “The popcorn’s ready,” Maisie said, holding the steaming bag as evidence. She hated how desperate she was for a friend that she would try to make this weirdo