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“Is that an octopus1?” asked six-year-old Benny Alden. “Or a spider?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” said Mrs. McGregor, the Aldens’ housekeeper2. She was sitting in an overstuffed chair by the front window, a basket of worn-out clothing at her feet. As she held up her colorful rag creation, eight cloth braids dangled3 from a roly-poly stuffed head. “The braids are supposed to be arms,” she told Benny.
Benny thought for a minute. “A spider has eight legs, and an octopus has eight arms. So it must be an octopus!”
“Right!” said Mrs. McGregor. “After I finished the rug for Watch, I decided4 to use the leftover5 strips of old clothing to make a pincushion for Madeline. My sister loves to sew as much as I do.”
Just then Watch padded his way over to Mrs. McGregor. With a wag of his tail, he licked her hand, making them all laugh.
It was a rainy afternoon and the four Alden children—Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny—were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor sorting through a pile of photographs. They were putting together an Alden family album to surprise their grandfather.
“I think Watch is trying to thank you for the rug, Mrs. McGregor,” commented fourteen-year-old Henry, the oldest of the Aldens.
Benny nodded. “Watch is very polite.”
Their little black-and-white dog pricked6 up his ears. He wagged his tail again, making them all laugh even harder.
Ten-year-old Violet looked over at their housekeeper. “That’s a great way to recycle our old clothing, Mrs. McGregor,” she said, pushing up the sleeves of her purple blouse. Purple was Violet’s favorite color, and she almost always wore something purple or violet. “I’m sure your sister’s going to love that octopus pincushion.”
“Just like Watch loves his rag rug,” said Jessie, who was two years older than Violet.
Mrs. McGregor seemed pleased. “Do you know why Watch loves that rug? Because it has something from each of the Aldens in it,” she said, answering her own question. “And Madeline will love her pincushion for the same reason. After all, it was your teamwork that helped solve a mystery and save our family home from being sold.”
“We are good detectives,” Benny admitted proudly.
“Indeed you are!” said Mrs. McGregor, gazing fondly at each of them.
The children went back to sorting through photos. After a few minutes, Henry said, “Remember this?” He held up a snapshot of Benny hugging a rag bear.
Jessie laughed. “How can we ever forget Stockings?”
Benny took the picture from Henry and looked at it closely, smiling a little. “Violet and Jessie made him for me when we were living in the boxcar.”
“From a pair of old socks,” recalled Violet.
“Sometimes it seems like just yesterday when we were living in the boxcar,” remarked Jessie thoughtfully. “Then other times, it feels as if it all happened a very long time ago.”
“I know what you mean,” said Violet. “A lot has happened since then.”
After their parents died, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny had run away together. For a while, they’d made their home in an abandoned boxcar in the woods. They knew they had a grandfather, but they thought he was mean. They soon realized, though, that James Alden wasn’t mean at all. When their grandfather invited them to live with him in his big white house in Greenfield, Connecticut, he surprised the children by bringing along the red boxcar, too. Now the boxcar had a very special place in the backyard.
“Some of these pictures are very old,” Benny commented.
“Yes, they are,” agreed Jessie. She was studying a faded photograph of a lady wearing a high-necked blouse and a long skirt that reached the floor. There was a man in the picture, too. He was dressed in a dark suit and was standing7 very straight and tall.
“Looks as if some of the photos were taken during the Victorian era,” observed Mrs. McGregor.
Benny looked confused. “What’s the Victorian era?”
“Those were the years from 1837 to 1901,” explained Mrs. McGregor. “The years when Queen Victoria reigned8 in England.”
Benny frowned. “Well, our ancestors from the Victorian era weren’t very friendly.”
“Why do you say that, Benny?” Henry wanted to know.
“Because nobody’s smiling in any of these pictures,” Benny replied.
“They do look very serious,” admitted Jessie.
Violet spoke9 up. “There’s a good reason for that. You see, it wasn’t very easy getting your picture taken in the olden days.” Violet knew a lot about photography. It was one of her hobbies, and she often took her camera along when they went on vacation. “People back then had to hold the same pose for almost half an hour.”
Benny was surprised. “They had to sit still that long?”
“For just one picture?” Henry sounded just as surprised as Benny.
Violet nodded. “And if they moved even a little bit, the picture would turn out all blurry10. They even had braces11 clamped to their necks to keep their heads still.”
“No wonder they don’t look happy,” said Henry. “I bet hardly anybody wanted to get a picture taken back then.”
“Oh, but they did!” corrected Violet. “It was actually a very popular thing to do.”
Henry’s eyebrows12 shot up. “Really?”
Violet nodded. “During the Civil War, there were even traveling portrait galleries that went from one army camp to another taking pictures. Soldiers liked to send photographs home to their families.”
“You sure know a lot about photography, Violet,” said Benny with pride in his voice.
“I do like reading about it,” his sister said, her eyes shining.
Just then the phone rang and Jessie scrambled13 to her feet to answer it. When she came back a few minutes later, she was shaking her head.
“What’s the matter?” Henry wanted to know.
Jessie didn’t answer right away. She seemed to be in a daze14. Finally she said, “That was the strangest phone call.”
“Who was it?” asked Violet, looking at her older sister with concern.
“It was Aunt Jane,” replied Jessie. “She invited us to spend a week with her while Uncle Andy’s away on business.”
Benny jumped up and clapped his hands. “Yippee!”
“What’s strange about that, Jessie?” Violet asked. “Uncle Andy does go away on business sometimes.”
Jessie nodded. “It’s not that,” she said. “It’s something Aunt Jane said. Something very mysterious.”
Benny’s eyes widened. “What did she say?”
Jessie sat on the end of the couch. “Aunt Jane said that . . .” She paused as if she couldn’t quite believe what she’d heard.
“That what?” asked Henry, urging his sister on.
“That we’d be taking a trip back in time!” finished Jessie.
Confused, the other Aldens looked at one another. Then they all began to speak at once.
“But what did she mean?”
“What else did she say?”
“How can we go back in time?”
Jessie couldn’t help laughing as she held up a hand. “Hold on a minute,” she said, “I asked Aunt Jane for more details, but she wouldn’t say very much about it. Just that it was a surprise.”
“That is strange,” said Violet. “It’s not like Aunt Jane to be mysterious.”
“No, it’s not,” agreed Henry.
Mrs. McGregor looked over at them and smiled. “I had a feeling it was only a matter of time before another mystery came along!”
At dinner that evening, the children told their grandfather about the phone call.
“A visit to your aunt Jane is a wonderful idea,” said Grandfather Alden as he helped himself to a pork chop. “In fact, I’ll drive you to the bus station first thing in the morning if you like.”
Kindhearted Violet couldn’t help wondering if their grandfather might get lonely without them. “Are you sure you don’t mind if we go away?” she asked as she passed the potatoes.
James Alden smiled. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen your aunt Jane. And don’t forget, I’ll have Watch and Mrs. McGregor to keep me company.”
“You’ll never guess what, Grandfather!” said Benny. “Aunt Jane says we’ll be going back in time.”
James Alden chuckled15 softly. “Sounds like quite an adventure.”
“You don’t seem surprised, Grandfather,” said Henry. “Do you know something about this trip?”
“As a matter of fact I do, Henry. But I don’t want to spoil Aunt Jane’s surprise.”
“Maybe you could give us a hint,” suggested Benny.
Grandfather laughed. “Not a chance, Benny! I know what good detectives my grandchildren are. One hint and you’ll have it figured out in no time.”
“But what do we pack for a trip back in time?” asked Jessie, not really expecting an answer to her question.
Benny looked worried. “On this trip, I don’t want to get my picture taken.”
“Why not, Benny?” Jessie asked in surprise.
“Because I can’t sit still that long. Not for that old-fashioned kind of picture.”
“Don’t worry, Benny,” said Violet. “I’ll bring my camera along. It’s nice and modern.”
Benny nodded happily. “I like the quick-as-a-wink kind.”
Violet clasped her hands. “This is so exciting! I can hardly wait for tomorrow.”
The other Aldens were quick to agree.
The next morning, the skies were clear and the sun was shining. After a breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and bananas, the children hurried upstairs to pack for their trip. At the bus station, they waved good-bye to their grandfather, then filed onto the bus. Jessie and Benny sat together, with Henry and Violet right across the aisle16 from them.
No sooner had the bus pulled out of the station than Benny said, “I wish I’d eaten one more pancake at breakfast. My stomach’s beginning to feel—”
“Empty!” finished Henry, and the others laughed. The youngest Alden was always hungry.
“I knew you’d want something to eat before we reached Elmford,” Jessie said with a smile. “But I didn’t think you’d get hungry this soon. Don’t worry, though. I packed a little snack.”
“Good thinking,” said Henry, and Violet nodded. They could always count on Jessie to be organized. She often acted like a mother to her younger brother and sister.
“I brought some plums and peaches,” Jessie told them as she reached into her backpack. “And there’s a thermos17 of apple juice in case anybody gets thirsty.”
Benny took a bite from one of the juicy plums Jessie handed him. “I wonder what it would be like if we lived in the olden days.”
“One thing’s for sure,” said Henry. “It would take us a lot longer to get to Elmford.”
“That’s right,” agreed Jessie. “There weren’t any buses or cars back then.”
Violet nodded. “If we lived in the olden days, we wouldn’t be able to visit Aunt Jane very often.”
“I wouldn’t like that one little bit,” said Benny.
Jessie smiled. “No, none of us would like that.”
“Things were very different back then,” Henry reminded them. “There were no televisions or radios. There wasn’t even electricity.”
Jessie spoke up. “I know one thing that would be exactly the same in the olden days.”
“What’s that?” asked Violet.
Jessie grinned. “Certain people would still be hungry all the time!”
At that, even Benny had to laugh.
“I guess some things never change,” said Henry.
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octopus
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| n.章鱼 | |
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housekeeper
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| n.管理家务的主妇，女管家 | |
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dangled
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| 悬吊着( dangle的过去式和过去分词 )； 摆动不定； 用某事物诱惑…； 吊胃口 | |
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decided
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| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
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leftover
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pricked
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| 刺，扎，戳( prick的过去式和过去分词 )； 刺伤； 刺痛； 使剧痛 | |
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reigned
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spoke
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| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
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blurry
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braces
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| n.吊带，背带；托架( brace的名词复数 )；箍子；括弧；（儿童）牙箍v.支住( brace的第三人称单数 )；撑牢；使自己站稳；振作起来 | |
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eyebrows
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scrambled
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| v.快速爬行( scramble的过去式和过去分词 )；攀登；争夺；（军事飞机）紧急起飞 | |
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daze
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| v.(使)茫然，(使)发昏 | |
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chuckled
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| 轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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aisle
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thermos
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