When the gang takes a popularity test in a magazine for teenage girls, something strange happens to Fern and Sue Ellen. Fern; usually quiet, suddenly turns aggres-sive, while Sue Ellen, typically so good at everything,starts to falter in all she attempts. Will the changes make the girls more likable, as they think? Or will their friends long for the old Fern and Sue Ellen to return? In chapter-book format, for children who are ready to read on their own, this thought-provoking tale will surely be a hit among Arthur fans.
X is for X-RAY . . . Dink, Josh, and Ruth Rose are having an excellent time at the Penelope Gwinn concert. But during intermission, Dink injures his arm! At the same time, the singer’s diamond necklace is stolen. Could the two mishaps somehow be connected? And could Dink’s X-ray be a clue? It’s up to the kids to examine the evidence and find out in this exciting yet easy-to-read chapter book mystery.
Lis for Lucky. . . . And that's just how Lucky O'Leary feels when the lottery ticket his grandfather sends him for Christmas turns out to be a million-dollar winner! But before Lucky can cash it in, someone sneaks into his house and steals it. Now it's up to Dink, Josh, and Ruth Rose to track down the thief and return the ticket . . . before Lucky loses out!
purchased are all stacked on top of each other at the bottom of a muddy little pond, he thinks he's been bamboozled. But McBroom knows he's got the better of the bargain when the pond dries up to reveal an acre of soil so rich that seeds spring up into full-grown plants in no time and nickels grow into quarters.
Chapter OneMcBroom the RainmakerWell, there's no truth to that. No, indeed Those weren't woodpeckers. They were common prairie mosquitoes. Small ones.Why, skeeters grow so large out here that everybody uses chicken wire for mosquito netting. But I'm not going to say an unkind word about those zing-zanging, hot-tempered, needle-nosed creatures. They rescued our farm from ruin. That was during the Big Drought we had last year. Dry? Merciful powers Our young'uns found some polliwogs and had to teach them to swim. It hadn't rained in so long those tadpoles had never seen water. That's the sworn truth -- certain as my name's Josh McBroom. Why, I'd as soon grab a skunk by the tail as tell a falsehood. Now, I'd best creep up on the Big Drought the way it crept up on us. I remember we did our spring plowing as usual, and the skeeters hatched out as usual. The bloodsucking rapscallions could be mighty pesky, but we'd learned to distract them. The thirsty critters would drink up "anything red."Will"jillhester"che
