Louise Fitzhugh - Harriet the Spy, Double Agent
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HARRIET THE SPY, Louise Fitzhugh
SPORT, Louise Fitzhugh
THE LONG SECRET, Louise Fitzhugh
THE PHANTOM TOLLBOOTH, Norton Juster
BUD, NOT BUDDY, Christopher Paul Curtis
ALL-OF-A-KIND FAMILY, Sydney Taylor
SAMMY KEYES AND THE SEARCH FOR SNAKE EYES
Wendelin Van Draanen
PURE DEAD WICKED, Debi Gliori
SKELLIG, David Almond
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Grateful thanks to my agent, Phyllis Wender, and the wonderful staff at Rosenstone/Wender agency; to my editor, Beverly Horowitz, for her astute and gracious guidance; to Louise Fitzhugh for creating such marvelous characters; to Lois Morehead for her enthusiastic thumbs-up; to Susie and Ellen Cohen for reading every word with patient care; to Laura Shaine Cunningham and her writer daughters, Alexandra and Jasmine, for their ardent support; and to my parents and brothers for making my childhood such a joy. Finally, bottomless thanks to my daughter and first reader, Sophia, for her excellent writing advice and soul-warming smile, and to her circle of friends at Marbletown Elementary School and Rondout Valley Middle School for reminding me daily how children speak, think, and feel.
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Harriet M. Welsch took out the flashlight that always hung from her spy belt, snapped off the overhead light, and stepped into the bathtub. It was precisely 9:29 p.m. It felt strange to stand in the tub fully dressed (except for her sneakers, which would not do), but spies were accustomed to doing strange things. Harriet peered through the narrow exhaust window, set over a twin row of black and white checkered tiles, and hoped that her contact, the girl with four names, understood the importance of promptness.
A faint glow of peach-tinted streetlight shone through the pane. Harriet stared over the treetops of East Eighty-seventh Street at the carved marble cornices on the south side of the street. It was snowing again, and a light stripe of powder lined every bare twig. She wished theyd agreed on an earlier time. Nine-thirty was dangerously close to her bedtime, when one of her parents might venture up to the third floor to bid her a distracted goodnight. Revise, she informed herself. First thing tomorrow. She narrowed her eyes, squinting into the snowfall.
A circle of light snapped on in a dark window across the street. Could that be it? The angle looked lower than Harriet had expected. She held her breath as the new light snapped off and on twice more. The signal!
Harriet lifted her flashlight and clicked her switch in the same pattern. A grin spread across her face. It works, she thought, already starting to dream up a message code far more complex than a simple flash-three for Im here. Didnt sailors have some kind of code alphabet, like those colorful flags that flapped over Long Island yacht clubs and showed up on beach towels? Semaphore, that was the name for it. She and the girl with four names could invent an East Eighty-seventh Street semaphore, with different flashlight patterns for every letter.
The phone rang in the hall. Harriet jumped from the tub, singing out, Its for me! before her mother could pick up downstairs. She skidded into the hallway and grabbed the receiver, tucking it into her shoulder as she pulled the long cord through her bedroom door. It worked!
What worked? The voice was a boys.
Sport?
Of course. What worked?
Nothing, said Harriet, hoping she sounded blas. I thought you were Annie.
Oh, said Sport. Annie. The crack in his voice, one note childlike and one newly husky, made him sound like a bad country singer. How can her real name be Annie Smith? Annie Smith.
So? Harriet twisted the phone cord around her left thumb. She didnt approve of repeating oneself, aloud or in prose. Harriet was going to be a writer, and she knew that every word mattered. Her best friend, Sport, who dreamed about playing first base for the Mets, was not as precise. She had high hopes for Annie, however. The signal had flashed at exactly nine-thirty.
Annie had moved to their neighborhood back in September, under mysterious circumstances. The two-doctor couple across the street, Morris and Barbara Feigenbaum, who had houseplants and patients instead of children, had taken in Barbaras twelve-year-old niece. This new neighbor had introduced herself to Harriet as Rosarita Sauvage, to her moony-eyed schoolmate Sport as Yolanda Montezuma, and to others as Zoe Carpaccio. It had come as a shock to discover, a few days before at Thanksgiving dinner, that all three of these remarkable names belonged to the same girl, whose birth name was duller than toast.
But Annie herself had potential. The girl had created not one but three new identities, each with a personality to match. There was also the unanswered question of why shed been expelled from Sports school, and transferred to Harriets, just a few weeks before Christmas vacation. She must have done something outrageous, thought Harriet, and Im going to find out what it was. That might have been a tall order for some seventh graders, but Harriet M. Welsch was an experienced spy. Ever since she could print, she had taken extensive notes in a series of green composition books, which she kept locked in a trunk at the foot of her bed. A writer needs to know everything, her former nanny, Ole Golly, had said many times. Its all grist for the mill.
Im not sure I can love a plain Annie, Sport sighed. Shes such a Yolanda.
Get used to it, Harriet snapped, trying to hide her impatience. Falling out of love over a name seemed as flimsy as Sports claim that hed fallen in love with Yolandas green shoes. Harriet wondered if Sport knew what love really meant.
Not that she was an expert on love. Ole Golly had sidestepped Harriets questions in every phase of her courtship, estrangement, and joyous reunion with her husband, George Waldenstein, and Harriets parents restricted themselves to tossing off the occasional Love you, as if prefacing it with an I would take too much of an effort. Maybe I ought to try spying on someone in love, Harriet thought, if it doesnt involve too much kissing. She disliked long kisses in movies, which always made her wonder what the two actors had eaten for dinner.
Listen, she said, Im on an assignment from Grenville. Im walking plain Annie to school in the morning. If youd like to meet us, arrive at the corner of East End by eight-twenty-three. Lets synchronize our watches.
What?
Harriet sighed. Sport had known her since preschool, and it drove her crazy when he didnt recognize everyday spy terminology. She felt this was part of his job as best friend. Make sure we both have the same time. What does your watch say?
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