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Mr. Dardens house was on a quiet street not far from Main Street. The house had a small porch, and flowers grew in pots on either side of the front steps. When he opened the door, Mr. Darden looked surprised. What are you doing here? he asked. Wed li
XHenry and the Free-for-All JAMES HENRY ALDEN was a very rich man. His big mills stood just between Greenfield and Silver City. Now J. H. Alden liked boys. He liked to see them running and jumping and playing. So each year, with three other rich men,
VIIIA Swimming Pool at Last THE BOXCAR CHILDREN were so tired that they slept until ten oclock Sunday morning. When they woke up at last, they hurried through breakfast and went to work on the swimming pool. Well make a dam across the brook, said Hen
VIA Queer Noise in the Night AT LAST IT WAS dinner time, and the children sat down to see what Henry had in his bundles. I bought another loaf of brown bread at the store, said Henry, and some more milk. Then I bought some dried meat, because we can
The next morning the Alden children caught the first bus to Putnam. Thirty minutes later, they climbed off in Putnams bus station. Henry had brought a map. After consulting it, he said, Oak Tree Circle isnt too far from here. We can walk. It had rain
Watch growled softly. Benny sat up in bed. Whats wrong, Watch? he asked in a sleepy voice. After a long day the Aldens had sat up in the boxcar, talking about their mystery. But now it was the middle of the night and they were all in bed. The house w
The Aldens spent the next two days searching everywhere in Greenfield for Miss Newcombe. On Monday, as everyone walked to the Greenfield Animal Shelter to help out and pick up supplies, Violet said, Maybe she just didnt come back from the capital aft
IINight Is Turned into Day SOON THE CHILDREN left the town and came to a road. The big yellow moon was out, and they could see the road very well. We must walk fast, said Henry. I hope the baker and his wife dont wake up and find us gone. They walked
IVHenry Has Two Surprises JESSIE WHISPERED, Keep still! The three children did not say a word. They sat quietly in the boxcar, looking at the bushes. I wonder if its a bear, thought Benny. Soon something came out. But it wasnt a bear. It was a dog, w
IThe Four Hungry Children ONE WARM NIGHT four children stood in front of a bakery. No one knew them. No one knew where they had come from. The bakers wife saw them first, as they stood looking in at the window of her store. The little boy was looking
I wish we had a mystery to solve, Benny Alden said, kicking a stone that lay in the road. Benny was six years old and liked to do exciting things, like tracking down clues and finding suspects. Bennys sister Jessie, who was twelve, was more patient.
Apple or pumpkin? Jessie Alden asked her little brother as they sat in Cookes Drugstore reading the menu. Six-year-old Benny squeezed his eyes shut. It was hard to choose. He liked both kinds of pie. In fact, he liked all kinds of pie! Mrs. McGregor
Do you think well see any pirates? asked Benny Alden. He pressed his face against the window of the taxi and peered out at the drawbridge that was raised in front of them. Oh, Benny! said his sister Jessie. She was twelve, six years older than Benny.
A bolt of lightning ripped across the night sky. One, one-thousand, whispered a frightened voice. Two, one-thousand, whispered another. Three, one-thousand, four, one-thousand, counted four soft voices together. Five, one Thunder shook the house. The
Look! said Benny. Theres somebody we dont know at our mailbox. Benny was six years old and loved mysteries, even little ones. Watch, the Alden childrens dog, barked loudly. Then he raced down the lawn to the mailbox. Watch! Come back here! shouted tw
Benny! Benny, where are you? Jessie was trying to find her brother. She looked into Violets room. Have you seen Benny? No. Violet shook her head. Did you ask Henry? Not yet. Jessie started down the hall to Henrys room just as he came out. Henry, have
The Alden children were all in the living room of their grandfathers big, comfortable house in Greenfield. Benny sat on a window seat, gazing out. Rain splattered against the cold glass. Benny sighed. Isnt it ever going to stop? Its been raining for
What are you two doing, Benny? asked ten-year-old Violet Alden. She stood on the front steps of the old white house, watching her five-year-old brother Benny and her seven-year-old cousin, Soo Lee Alden. Benny laughed. Were practicing walking backwar
The Alden children, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny, ran out of their grandfathers house, laughing. They raced each other to the nearby garden with a fountain in the middle near where their boxcar stood. Henry, who was fourteen and the oldest, reach
MARY TILLOTSON: Im Mary Tillotson. STEVE EMBER: And Im Steve Ember with the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today, we begin a two-part story about songwriter and singer Woody Guthrie. He wrote songs about common people and social issu