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BSC024 - Kristy and the Mother's Day Surprise - Martin, Ann M.

Chapter 1.
IÆve been thinking about families lately, wondering what makes one. Is a family really a mother, a father, and a kid or two? I hope not, because if thatÆs a family, then I havenÆt got one. And neither do a lot of other people I know. For instance, Nannie, MomÆs mother, lives all by herself. But I still think of her as a family ù a one-person family. And I think of my own family as a real family . . . I guess.
    What I mean is, well, my family didnÆt start out the way it is now. It started out as two families that split up and came together as.
Uh-oh. I know thatÆs confusing. IÆm a little ahead of myself. I better back up and begin at the beginning.
    This is the beginning: Hi! IÆm Kristy Thomas. IÆm thirteen years old. IÆm in eighth grade. IÆm the president of the Baby-sitters Club (more about that later). I like sports, and I guess you could say IÆm a tomboy. (Well, wouldnÆt you
be one if you had a whole bunch of brothers?) IÆm not the neatest person in the world. I donÆt care much about boys or clothes. IÆm famous for coming up with big ideas.
Okay, enough about me. Let me tell you about ù Knock, knock.
    Darn, I thought. Who could that be? It was a Friday evening and if I didnÆt have any plans or even a baby-sitting job. I was in my bedroom, just messing around, enjoying my free time.
    ôWhoÆs there?ö I called. ôOswald!ö my little sister replied. Oswald? Oh. . . . ôOswald who?ö I asked. ôHelp! Help! Oswald my gum!ö I was laughing as I opened the door and found a very giggly Karen in the hallway.
    ôPretty funny,ö I said, as Karen ran into my room and threw herself on my bed. ôWhereÆd you hear that one?ö
    ôIn school. Nancy told it to me. What are you doing with the door closed?ö
    ôJust fooling around.ö
    ôBut this is our first night here.ö
    ôIÆm sorry, Karen. I didnÆt mean to shut you out. ItÆs just that I had a rotten week at school and today was especially rotten, so I wanted to be by myself for awhile.ö
    YouÆre probably wondering why Karen said, ôBut this is our first night here.ö I think now would be a good time to explain my family to you. See, Karen isnÆt exactly my sister. SheÆs my stepsister. Her little brother Andrew is my stepbrother, and her father is my stepfather. Karen and Andrew only live with us part-time. I like when they come over because then my family consists of Mom, Watson (heÆs my stepfather), Sam, Charlie, and David Michael (theyÆre my brothers), and Karen and Andrew. Oh, and Shannon and Boo-Boo. TheyÆre our dog and cat, and theyÆre part of the family, too.
    How did I get this weird family? Well, you can probably imagine. My mom and dad were divorced. They got divorced right after David Michael was born. Then, a couple of years ago, Mom met Watson and started going out with him. Watson was divorced, too. And after awhile, Mom and Watson got married, and then Mom and my brothers and I moved into WatsonÆs house. ThatÆs how I got my big family. The only unusual thing is that Watson is a millionaire. Honest. ThatÆs why we moved into his house. ItÆs a lot bigger than our old one. ItÆs huge. In fact, itÆs basically a mansion. Living in a mansion here in Stoneybrook,
Connecticut, is fun, but sometimes I miss my old house. ItÆs on the other side of town, where all my friends are.
    So now IÆm part of a six-kid family. My brother Charlie is the oldest kid. HeÆs seventeen, a senior in high school, and thinks heÆs a big shot. Sam is fifteen. HeÆs a sophomore in high school. Then thereÆs me, then David Michael, whoÆ~ seven, and then Karen and Andrew, who are six and four. Usually, Karen and Andrew only live with us every other weekend and for two weeks during the summer. The rest of the time they live with their mother, whoÆs not too far away ù in a different neighborhood in Stoneybrook. But the night Karen bounced into my room with her knockknock joke was the beginning of a much longer stay. Karen and Andrew were going to be with us for several weeks while their mother and stepfather went on a business trip.
    ôKnock, knock,ö said Karen again.
    ôWhoÆs there?ö I replied.
    ôHey, Karen! Come here!ö It was David Michael, yelling down the hail.
    ôWhat?ö Karen yelled back.
    ôCome look at this bug!ö (David Michael just loves bugs.)
    Karen was off my bed and out of my room in a flash.
    I smiled. I really like my family, especially when Karen and Andrew are here. The bigger, the better. Sometimes I think of my friends as family, too. Is that weird? I donÆt know. But my friends do feel like family. I guess IÆm mostly talking about my friends in the Babysitters Club. ThatÆs a club I started myself. Actually, itÆs more of a business. My friends and I sit for families in Stoneybrook and we earn a lot of money.
    HereÆs whoÆs in the club: me, Claudia Kishi, Mary Anne Spier, Dawn Schafer, Mallory Pike, and Jessi Ramsey. We are six very different people, but we get along really well (most of the time). ThatÆs the way it is with families.
    For instance, IÆm pretty outgoing (some people say I have a big mouth), and as I mentioned before, I like sports and couldnÆt care less about clothes or boys. My best friend is Mary Anne Spier (sheÆs our club secretary) and we are so different. Mary Anne is quiet and shy, hates sports, is becoming interested in clothes, has a boyfriend, and comes from a very small family. She lives with just her dad and her kitten, Tigger. Her mom died a long time ago. Mary Anne and I have always been different and have always been best friends. We lived next door to each other until Mom married Watson, so we practically grew up together.
One thing thatÆs the same about us is our looks. We both have brown hair and brown eyes and are short for our age.
    The vice-president of the Baby-sitters Club is Claudia Kishi. Claud lives across the street from Mary Anne. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, typical or average or ordinary about Claudia. To begin with, sheÆs Japanese-American. Her hair is silky and long and jet-black. Her eyes are dark and almond-shaped and exotic. And her skin, well, I wish it were mine. IÆm sure her skin doesnÆt even know what a pimple is. Which is interesting when you consider ClaudiaÆs eating habits. Claud is pretty much addicted to junk food. Her parents donÆt like her to eat much of it, though, so she has to resort to hiding it in her room. Everywhere you look, you find something: a package of red-hots in the pencil cup, a bag of Cheese Doodles under her bed, a box of Cracker Jacks in the closet. This makes for a crowded room because Claudia is a pack rat. She has to be. SheÆs an artist and needs to collect things for her work, such as shells, leaves, and interesting pebbles. Plus, she has tons of supplies ù paper, canvases, paints, pastels, charcoals ù and most of them are stored under her bed. Claud likes Nancy Drew mysteries and is a terrible student (even though sheÆs smart). She
lives with her parents, her grandmother, Mimi, and her older sister, Janine. ItÆs too bad that Claud is such a poor student, because Janine is a genius. One last thing about Claudia ù her clothes. They are just. . . so cool. Well, I mean Claud is. SheÆs the coolest kid in our grade. Her clothes are wild. Claud loves trying new things and she has an incredible imagination. She wears hats, weird jewelry (she makes some of it), bright colors ù anything she can get away with!
    Dawn Schafer is the clubÆs treasurer. Now sheÆs got an interesting family. Dawn used to live in California. She lived there with her parents and Jeff, her younger brother. Then her parents got divorced and Mrs. Schafer moved Dawn and Jeff all the way across country to Stoneybrook. The reason she chose Stoneybrook is she grew up here, and her parents (DawnÆs grandparents) still live here. We got to know Dawn and she joined the Baby-sitters Club and everything seemed great. Except that Jeff missed his father and California ù a lot. Finally, he moved back there. Now DawnÆs family is split in half and separated by a continent. Dawn seems to be handling the changes well, though. SheÆs pretty mature. And sheÆs a real individual. She solves her own problems, makes her own decisions, and
isnÆt too affected by what other people think of her or tell her. Plus, Dawn is neat and organized, which makes her a good treasurer. Although Dawn has been living in Connecticut for over a year now, she still looks sort of Californian. SheÆs got long hair that is the blondest IÆve ever seen. ItÆs almost white. And her eyes are sparkly and pale blue. In the summer she gets this amazing tan. (The rest of the year she just has freckles.) And her clothes are casual and as individualistic as she is. She likes to wear layers of things ù a short tank top over a long tank top, or socks over tights. Dawn is pretty cool.
    The two junior members of our club are Jessi Ramsey and Mallory Pike. TheyÆre junior members because theyÆre younger than the rest of us eighth-graders. Mal and Jessi are in sixth grade. They havenÆt been club members as long as us older girls. Still, theyÆre beginning to feel like family to me.
    Mallory used to be someone our club sat for. IsnÆt that weird? Now sheÆs a sitter herself. Mal is the oldest of eight kids. (Talk about big families.) The Baby-sitters Club still takes care of her younger brothers and sisters pretty often. Anyway, Mal is a great sitter. SheÆs levelheaded and responsible ù good in an emergency. And sheÆs the most practical person I know. Mal is struggling to grow up. Being eleven can be very difficult, and Ma! thinks her parents treat her like a baby. However, theyÆre starting to let up. Recently, they allowed Ma! to get her ears pierced and her hair cut. (She had to get braces, too, though, and her parents said sheÆs too young for contact lenses.) Mal likes reading (especially books about horses), writing, and drawing. She thinks she might want to be an author of childrenÆs books when she grows up.
    Jessi (short for Jessica) Ramsey is MalÆs best friend. Like Dawn, sheÆs a newcomer to Stoneybrook, Connecticut. In fact, sheÆs a newer newcomer than Dawn is. Her family moved here from New Jersey at the beginning of the school year. They moved because Mr. Ramsey changed jobs. In many ways, Jessi and Mal are alike. Jessi also loves to read, she wears glasses (just for reading), and she thinks her parents treat her like a baby, although they did let her get her ears pierced when Mal had hers done. But there are some big differences between Jessi and Mal. I guess the biggest is that Jessi is black and Mal is white. This hasnÆt made a bit of difference to the girls, but the Ramseys sure had some trouble when they first moved here. Not many black families live in Stoneybrook, and some people gave the Ramseys a
hard time. Jessi says things are settling down, though. Another difference between Mal and Jessi is that Mal likes to write and Jessi likes to dance. Jessi is a ballerina. SheÆs very talented. IÆve seen her dance ù on stage. I was really impressed. The third difference is that MalÆs family is huge, while JessiÆs is average ù Jessi; her parents; her younger sister, Becca; and her baby brother, Squirt.
    And thatÆs it. Those are the people in my family. ItÆs a big family, when you add the members of the Baby-sitters Club. I could add a few more, too, I thought later that night as I lay in bed. ThereÆs Nannie. ThereÆs Stacey McGill, who used to be a member of the club, but who had to move to New York City. There are Shannon and Logan, whom IÆll tell you about later. And thereÆs my real father. . . . But, no, he doesnÆt count. Somebody who never writes, never calls, never remembers your birthday, never says he loves you, doesnÆt count at all.
    I was growing sleepy, and I forgot about my father. Instead, I thought of my gigantic family. I fell asleep smiling.
Chapter 2.
As president of the Baby-sitters Club, I get to run the meetings. I adore being in charge. Club meetings are the best times of my week.
    ôOrder! Order, you guys!ö I said.
    It was Monday afternoon at five-thirty, time for our meeting to begin. Everyone had arrived and was sitting (or sprawling) in her usual place. As president, I always sit in the directorÆs chair and wear my visor. I stick a pencil over my ear. That way, I look like IÆm in charge. Claudia, Dawn, and Mary Anne loll around on the bed, and Jessi and Mal sit on the floor.
    We hold our meetings in ClaudiaÆs room. She has her own phone.
    This is how our club works: Three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from five-thirty until six, our club meets in ClaudiaÆs bedroom. People who need sitters call us during our meetings. TheyÆre practically guaranteed a sitter. With six club members,
one of us is bound to be free. So we wind up with lots of jobs. Pretty neat, huh?
    The idea for the club was mine. (ThatÆs how I got to be the president.) It came to me way back at the beginning of seventh grade, before Mom was really thinking about marrying Watson. We still lived in this neighborhood then. In fact, we lived right across the street from Claudia. Anyway, one day Mom needed a sitter for David Michael, who had just turned six. I wasnÆt free and neither was Sam nor Charlie. So Mom got on the phone and began making call after call, trying to find a sitter. I felt bad for my mother, and even worse for David Michael, who was watching everything. And that was when I got my great idea. WouldnÆt it be wonderful if Mom could make just one call and reach a whole bunch of babysitters at once? SheÆd find a sitter much faster that way.
    So I got together with Mary Anne and Claudia and told them about my idea. We decided to form the Baby-sitters Club. We also decided weÆd need more than three members, so we asked Stacey McGill, a new friend of ClaudiaÆs, to join the club, too. Stacey had just moved to Stoneybrook from New York City because her fatherÆs job had changed. I could see right away why she and Claudia had
become friends so fast. Stacey awed Mary Anne and me. She seemed years older than twelve ù very sophisticated with trendy clothes, pierced ears, and permed hair. But she was also very nice. Furthermore, sheÆd had plenty of babysitting experience in New York, so we knew sheÆd be a good addition to the club.
    After Stacey agreed to join us, we sent around fliers and ran an ad in StoneybrookÆs newspaper so people would know when to call us ù and we were in business! The club was great. By the time Dawn moved to town, we needed another sitter, and later, when Stacey moved back to New York, we were doing so much business that we replaced her with both Jessi and Mal. And somewhere along the line we decided that we better have a couple of people lined up whom we could call on in case none of us could take a job. So we signed up two associate members, Shannon Kilbourne and Logan Bruno. Shannon lives across the street from me in my new neighborhood. WeÆre friends, sort of. Logan is a boy ù and heÆs Mary AnneÆs boyfriend! Shannon and Logan donÆt come to the meetings. We just call them when we need them, so that we donÆt have to disappoint any of our clients by saying that no sitters are available.
    I run our meetings in the most businesslike
way I can. As president, thatÆs my job. Also, I come up with ideas for the club and generally just try to keep things going smoothly.
    The job of the vice-president is, well. . . To be honest, Claudia Kishi is the vice-president because she has her own phone and personal, private phone number. The club uses her phone so we donÆt have to tie up some grownupÆs phone three times a week. The only thing is, our clients sometimes forget when our meetings are and call at other times. Claudia has to deal with those job offers, and she handles things really well.
    Mary Anne Spier, our secretary, has the biggest job of any of us. Our club has a notebook (IÆll tell you about that soon) and a record book. Mary Anne is the one who keeps the record book in order and up-to-date. She writes down our clientsÆ names, addresses, and phone numbers and is responsible for scheduling all our sitting jobs on the appointment pages. This is more difficult than it sounds, since she has to keep track of things like JessiÆs ballet classes, ClaudÆs art lessons, MalÆs orthodontist appointments, and you name
it. I donÆt think Mary Anne has ever made a mistake, though.
    Our treasurer, Dawn Schafer, collects dues from us every Monday and keeps track of the
money thatÆs in our treasury. We use the money for three things. One, to pay Charlie to drive me to and from the meetings, since I live so far from Claudia now. Two, for club parties and sleepovers. Every now and then we like to give ourselves a treat. Three, to buy materials for Kid-Kits. What are Kid-Kits? Well, theyÆre one of my ideas. A Kid-Kit is a box that we fill with our old toys, books, and games, and also some new things, like coloring books, crayons, or sticker books. Each of us has her own Kid-Kit, and we need money to replace the things that get used up. The children we sit for love the Kid-Kits. Bringing one along on a job is like bringing a toy store. It makes the kids happy. And when the kids are happy, their parents are happy... . And when their parents are happy, they call the Babysitters Club again!
    Mallory and Jessi, our junior officers, donÆt have any special jobs. The junior officers simply arenÆt allowed to sit at night unless theyÆre sitting for their own brothers and sisters, so when Mary Anne schedules jobs, she tries to give the after-school and weekend jobs to Jessi and Mallory first. That way the rest of us will be free to take the evening jobs.
    And thatÆs it. ThatÆs how our club ù Oh, wait. One more thing. The club notebook. The
notebook is different from the record book, but just as important. ItÆs more of a diary than a notebook. Any time one of us club members goes on a baby-sitting job, sheÆs responsible for writing up the job in the notebook. Then, once a week, each of us is supposed to read the notebook. This is really very helpful. We learn how our friends solve sitting problems, or if a kid that weÆre going to be taking care of has a new fear, a new hobby, etc. Some of the girls think that writing in the notebook is a boring chore, but I think itÆs valuable.
    Okay. That really is it. Now you know how our club began and how it runs, so letÆs get-~ back to business.
    After I had said ôOrder!ö for about the third time, everyone settled down. ôAny business?ö I asked.
    ôDues day!ö announced Dawn. She bounced off the bed, blonde hair flying. The treasury envelope was in her hands, and she opened
it.
    ôOh,ö groaned the rest of us. We earn a lot of money baby-sitting, but we donÆt like to part with it for dues, even though we know we have to.
    ôAw, come on,ö said Dawn. ôIt isnÆt that bad. Besides, think of me. 1 have to listen to this moaning and complaining every Monday
afternoon.ö Dawn collected the money, then handed some of it to me. ôThatÆs for Charlie,ö she said. ôWe have to pay him today.ö
    I nodded. ôThanks, Dawn.ö
    My friends settled down. Claudia leaned against one of her pillows and began braiding her hair. Mary Anne unwrapped a piece of gum. Dawn flipped through the pages of the notebook. On the floor, Mallory doodled in one of ClaudiaÆs sketchbooks, and Jessi absentmindedly lifted the cover of a shoe box labeled PASTILS AND CJ-IARCAOLS (Claudia isnÆt a great speller), and exclaimed, ôHey, thereÆs M and MÆs in here!ö
    ôOh, yeah,ö replied Claud. ôI forgot about those. Hand them around, Jessi, okay?ö
    ôSure!ö said Jessi. She took out the bag of candy, replaced the lid on the box, opened the bag, and sent it around ClaudÆs bedroom.
    Everyone took a handful of M & MÆs except for Dawn, who mostly eats health food ù she wonÆt even eat meat ù and canÆt stand junk food, especially candy. Claudia remembered this and handed Dawn a package of wholewheat crackers. Dawn looked really grateful.
    This is just one of the things I love about my club family. We really care about each other. We look out for each other and do nice things for each other. Of course, we fight,
too ù weÆve had some whoppers ù but thatÆs part of being a family.
    ôWell, any more club business?ö I asked.
    Nobody answered.
    ôOkay, then. WeÆll just wait for the phone to ring.ö I picked up the record book and began looking at the appointment calendar. ôGosh,ö I said, ôI cannot believe itÆs already April. Where did the school year go? It feels like it was just September.ö
    ôI know,ö agreed Mary Anne. ôTwo more months and school will be over.ö She looked pretty pleased.
    ôYeah,ö said Dawn happily. ôSummer. Hot weather. IÆll get to visit Dad and Jeff in California again.ö
    ôWhoa!ö I cried. I was still looking at our calendar. ôGuess what. I just realized that MotherÆs Day is coming up ù soon. ItÆs in less than three weeks.ö
    ôOh, brother. Gift time,ö murmured Mallory. ôI never know what to get Mom. None of us does. She always ends up with a bunch of stuff she doesnÆt want and doesnÆt know what to do with. Like every year, Margoö (Margo is MalÆs seven-year-old sister) ômakes her a handprint in clay and paints it green. WhatÆs Mom going to do with all those green hand sculptures? And the tripletsö (ten-year-old boys)
ôalways go to the dime store and get her really ugly plastic earrings or a horrible necklace or something.ö
    ôOnce,ö said Jessi, ômy sister gave our mother a bag of chocolate kisses and then ate them herself.ö
    We began to laugh.
    ôThis year,ö Claud began, ôI am going to give my mother the perfect present.ö
    ôWhat?ö I asked.
    Claud shrugged. ôI donÆt know yet.ö
    ôI never have to think of MotherÆs Day presents,ö said Mary Anne softly.
    The talking and laughing stopped. How is it that I forget about Mary AnneÆs problem year after year? I never remember until somebody, usually the art teacher, is saying something like, ôAll right, letÆs begin our MotherÆs Day cards,ö or ôI know your mothers will just love these glass mosaics.ö Then I watch Mary Anne sink lower and lower in her seat. Why donÆt the teachers say, ôIf you want to make a MotherÆs Day gift, come over here. The rest of you may read.ö Or something like that. It would be a lot easier on the kids who donÆt need to make MotherÆs Day stuff.
    Dawn looked at Mary Anne and awkwardly patted her shoulder.
    Claud said, ôSorry, Mary Anne.ö
    We feel bad for her but we donÆt quite know what to say. Sorry your mother died? Sorry the greeting card people invented MotherÆs Day and you have to feel bad once a year? Sorry we have moms and you donÆt?
    I was relieved when the telephone rang. (We all were.) It gave us something to do. I answered the phone, and Mary Anne took over the record book.
    ôHi, Mrs. Newton,ö I said. ôFriday afternoon? . . . Yeah, it is short notice, I guess, but IÆll check. IÆll get right back to you.ö I hung up. ôCheck Friday after school,ö I told Mary Anne. ôThis Friday.ö
    Mary Anne checked. ôClaudiaÆs free,ö she said. ôSheÆs the only one.ö
    I glanced at Claud and she nodded.
    So I called Mrs. Newton back. ôClaudia will be there,ö I told her. We said good-bye and hung up. The Newtons are some of our oldest clients. They have two kids ù Jamie, whoÆs four, and Lucy, whoÆs just a baby. We all love sitting at the NewtonsÆ, but Claudia especially loves it. I knew she was happy with her job.
    The phone rang several more times after that. All job calls. Then, toward the end of the meeting, we began talking about MotherÆs Day again. We couldnÆt help it. We knew Mary Anne felt sad, but the rest of us really needed
to think about what to give our moms.
    ôFlowers?ö suggested Jessi. We shook our heads. ôChocolate-covered cherries?ö suggested Claudia.
    We shook our heads.
    ôOh, well. ItÆs six oÆclock,ö I announced. ôMeetingÆs over. DonÆt worry ù we have plenty of time to think of presents. See you guys in school tomorrow.ö
Chapter 3.
When I left ClaudiaÆs house, Charlie was waiting for me in the KishisÆ driveway. He has been really good about remembering to drive me to and from the meetings of the Babysitters Club. We are paying him, but still . . . I keep thinking he might get tied up with an after-school activity and forget me sometime.
    Moving across town was so inconvenient. IÆm not near any of my closest friends, and IÆm not near my school. Now I have to get rides all the time and take the bus to school. The other kids in my new neighborhood go to private schools. But I wanted to stick with my regular school (so did my brothers), so weÆre the only ones who go to public. We really stand out.
    Charlie pulled into the drive, and WatsonÆs huge house (well, our huge house) spread before us. I am amazed every time I see it. We parked, and my brother and I went inside.
    We were greeted by Sam. ôBoy, Kristy. I donÆt know how you do it,ö was the first thing he said.
    ôDo what?ö
    ôBaby-sit so much without going looney tunes.ö
    I grinned. Sam had been watching David Michael, Andrew, and Karen, since Mom and Watson were still at work. ôBaby-sitting is easy,ö I replied. ôItÆs a piece of cake. What happened?ö
    ôWhat do you mean æWhat happened?Æ Nothing happened. TheyÆre just kids. IÆm worn out. I couldnÆt give another cannonball ride if my life depended on it.ö
    ôThatÆs CharlieÆs fault for inventing cannonballs,ö I told Sam.
    At that moment, Andrew came barreling into the front hall, crying, ôSam! Sam! I need a cannonball ride!ö
    Without pausing, Sam picked Andrew up, Andrew curled himself into a ball, and Sam charged off toward the kitchen, shouting, ôBaboom-ba-boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.ö
    ôI thought he couldnÆt give another cannonball ride,ö said Charlie.
    ôAndrew is hard to resist,ö I told him.
    Dinner that night was noisy. It was one of
the few times when everyone was home. Andrew and Karen usually arenÆt with us, and when they are, theyÆre almost always here on a weekend ù when CharlieÆs out on a date or Sam is at a game at school, or something. But that night was different. We ate in the dining room. Watson sat at one end of the table, Mom at the other. David Michael, Karen, and I sat along one side of the table; Charlie, Sam, and Andrew sat across from us.
    When everyone had been served, Mom said, ôIsnÆt this nice?ö She had been a little emotional lately.
    ôItÆs terrific,ö agreed Watson, who sounded too enthusiastic.
    Mom and Watson get all worked up whenever weÆre together as a family, and I know why. I like my family and everything. I like us a lot. But sometimes I think we feel more like pieces of a family instead of a whole family. WeÆre a shirt whose seams havenÆt all been stitched up. I mean, Mom and Watson got married, but I would only go to Mom if I needed to borrow money. And Andrew usually heads for Watson if heÆs hurt himself or doesnÆt feel well. WeÆre MomÆs kids and theyÆre WatsonÆs kids. Two teams on the same playing field.
    DonÆt get me wrong. It isnÆt bad. Really.
Our family just needs to grow together ù so Mom and Watson make a huge deal out of things like all of us sitting down at the dinner table.
    Our dinners are usually not very quiet. That night, David Michael started things off by singing softly, ôThey built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue. A sadder ship the waters never knew. She was on her maiden trip when an iceboard hit the ship ùô
    ôCut it out!ö cried Karen suddenly. ôI hate that song. All the people die. Besides, itÆs æiceberg,Æ not æiceboard.Æ
    ôI know that,ö said David Michael. But he didnÆt. He had said æiceboardÆ every time he had sung that song.
    He stopped singing. He made a rhythm band out of his plate; glass, fork, and spoon.
    Andrew joined him.
    Chink-a-chink. Chinkety-chink, chink.
    Mom beamed. Why did she look so happy? Usually dinnertime rhythm bands gave her a headache.
    ôHey, Karen. Your epidermis is showing,ö said Sam from across the table.
    ôWhat? What?ö Karen, flustered, began checking her clothes. Finally, she said haughtily, ôSam. I am not wearing a dress. How can my epipotomus be showing?ö
    We couldnÆt help it. Watson, Mom, Charlie,
Sam, David Michael, and I began to laugh.
Not rudely, just gently. Well, all right. David
Michael laughed rudely ù loudly, anyway.
    ôWhat?ö Karen demanded.
    ôItÆs æepidermis,Æ not æepipotomus,Æ ô said David Michael, glad to be able to correct her, ôand it means æskin.Æö
    Karen looked questioningly at Sam. ôHeÆs right,ö said Sam. ôIt does mean æskin.Æ ôMy skin is showing?ö said Karen. ôOh, my skin is showing! ThatÆs funny! IÆm going to say that to everyone in my class tomorrow.ö
    ôNow letÆs have a little eating,ö said Watson.
    For a few moments, we ate. I was working on a mouthful of lima beans when I heard David Michael murmur, ôBeans, beans, theyÆre good for your heart. The more you eat, the more ùô
    I kicked him under the table. Not hard. Just enough to make him stop. Mom and Watson hate that song.
    But soon my brother was singing, ôBeans, beans, the magical fruit. The more you eat ùô
    I kicked him again. ôCut it out.ö
    ôItÆs a different song.ö
    ôNot different enoughö
    David Michael grew silent.
    At her end of the table, Mom put down her
fork and looked lovingly at Watson. ôWeÆre so
lucky,ö she said. Watson smiled.
    I glanced at Sam and Charlie. Mom had been acting weird lately.
    ôWeÆve got six beautiful children ùô
    ôI am not beautiful,ö said David Michael. ôIÆm a boy.ö
    ôWe live in a lovely town,ö continued Mom, ôwe like our jobs, we have a gorgeous house . . . with plenty of rooms. Do you realize that we have three spare bedrooms?ö
    My mother was looking at us kids.
    I glanced at Sam and Charlie again. They shrugged.
    ôIt is a nice house, Mom,ö I agreed. Mom nodded. ôPlenty of extra space.ö Suddenly Sam said, ôHey, Mom, youÆre not pregnant, are you?ö
    (My mother could have been pregnant. SheÆs only in her late thirties. She had Charlie right after she graduated from college.)
    ôNo,ö Mom replied. ôIÆm not. . . . But how would you kids feel about another brother or sister?ö
    Oh. So she was trying to become pregnant. ôAnother brother or sister?ö David Michael repeated dubiously.
    ôA baby?ö squeaked Andrew and Karen. ôGreat!ö said Sam and Charlie. ôTerrific!ö I added honestly. I love babies. Imagine having one right in my house, twentyfour hours a day.
    But the little kids just couldnÆt be enthusiastic.
    ôWhy do you want a baby?ö asked Karen bluntly.
    ôOh, we didnÆt say we want a baby ùô Watson began.
    But before he could finish, Andrew spoke up. ôA baby,ö he said, ôwould be the youngest person in the family. But thatÆs me. IÆm the youngest. I donÆt want a baby.ö
    ôBabies smell,ö added Karen.
    ôThey cry,ö said David Michael. ôAnd burp and spit up and get baby food in their hair. And you have to change their diapers.ö
    ôKids, kids,ö exclaimed Watson, holding his hands up. ôElizabeth just asked about another brother or sister, thatÆs all.ö
    Silence.
    At last David Michael said, ôWell, brothers and sisters start out as babies, donÆt they?ö
    And Andrew said, ôI think weÆve got enough kids around here.ö
    ôYeah,ö agreed Karen and David Michael.
    But I couldnÆt help saying, ôAnother kid would be great. Really.ö
    Sam and Charlie nodded.
    No one seemed to know what to say then, but it didnÆt matter because Boo-Boo came into the dining room carrying a mole heÆd caught, and we all jumped out of our chairs. The poor mole was still alive, so we had to get it away from Boo-Boo and then put it back outside where it belonged.
    That was the end of dinner.
    Later that night, I lay in bed, thinking. Sometimes I get in bed early just so I can do that. First I thought about Boo-Boo and the mole. Charlie and I had caught Boo-Boo and held him. And David Michael had gotten BooBoo to open his mouth, which had caused the mole to drop out and land in the oven mitts Mom was wearing. Then Mom, Karen, Andrew, and David Michael had taken the mole into the backyard and let it loose in some shrubbery. It had scampered off.
    I thought of Mom wanting to have another baby. Even though sheÆs kind of old for that, it made sense. I mean, sheÆs married to Watson now, so I guessed that she and Watson wanted a baby of their own. Boy. Mom would have
five kids and two stepkids then.
    She would need an extra special MotherÆs Day present. What on earth could I give her? I slid over in bed so I could see the moon out my window.
    The moon was pretty, but it was no help.
    Jewelry? Nah. Mom likes to choose her own. Stockings? Boring. Candy or flowers? Let Watson do that. Something for her desk at the office? Maybe. Clothes? If I could afford anything.
    I had a feeling I was missing the point, though. I wanted to say thank you to Mom for being such a wonderful mother. (She really is.) So I needed to give her something special, something that would tell her, ôYouÆre the best mom. Thanks.ö But what would say that?
    I thought and thought. And then it came to me. It was another one of my ideas. Carrying it off might take some work, but my friends and I could do it.
    I couldnÆt wait until the next meeting of the Baby-sitters Club.
I donÆt know whether to describe myself as a patient person or not. I mean, when IÆm babysitting, I can sit for fifteen minutes, waiting for a four-year-old who wants to tie his own shoelaces. But when I have a big idea, I want to get on with it right away. And I had a huge idea.
    On Wednesday, I begged Charlie to leave early for the club meeting. I reached ClaudiaÆs at 5:15.
    None of my friends was there, not even Claudia.
    ôShe is baby-sitting,ö Mimi told me. ôAt MarshallsÆ. Back at . . . at five, no at thirtyfive. No, urn. . . back for meeting.ö
    Mimi is ClaudiaÆs grandmother, and we all love her. She had a stroke last summer and it affected her speech. Also, she is getting a little slower, and. . . I donÆt know. She just seems older. I wish people didnÆt have to change.
    But they do.
    ôGo on upstairs?ö Mimi said to me, as if it were a question.
    ôIs that okay?ö I replied.
    Mimi nodded, so I kissed her cheek and ran to ClaudÆs room. I found the notebook and record book and set them on the bed. Then I put on my visor. I stuck a pencil over my ear and sat in the directorÆs chair. I was ready for the meeting. The only thing I needed was all the rest of the club members.
    Claudia arrived first. The others trickled in after her. By 5:29, the six of us had gathered. I was so excited that I rushed through our opening business and then exclaimed, ôIÆve got an idea!ö
    ôThis sounds like a big one,ö said Dawn.
    ôItÆs pretty big,ö I agreed.
    ôBigger than the Kid-Kits?ö Mary Anne wanted to know.
    ôMuch.ö
    ôBigger than the club?ö asked Mallory, awed. ôNot quite. This is it: I was trying to come up with a MotherÆs Day present for my mom,ö I began. (I couldnÆt look at Mary Anne while I talked about MotherÆs Day. I just couldnÆt.) ôAnd I was thinking that her present should be really special. That it should have something to do with saying thank you and with being a
mom. And I thought, what would a mom like more than anything else? Then the answer came to me ù not to be a mom for awhile. You know, to have a break. And then I thought, maybe we could give this present to a lot of the moms whose kids we sit for.ö
    ôHuh?ö said Claudia.
    ôI guess IÆm a little ahead of myself,ö I replied. (IÆm usually a little ahead of myself.)
    My friends shifted position and I looked at them as I tried to figure out how to explain my great idea. Mallory, with her new short haircut, was sitting on the floor, leaning against ClaudÆs bed. She was wearing jeans with zippers up the bottoms of the legs, and a sweat shirt that said STONEYBROOK MIDDLE SCHOOL across the front. In her newly pierced ears were tiny gold hoops.
    Jessi was wearing matching hoops (I think she and Mal had gone shopping together), a purple dance leotard, and jeans. Over the leotard she was wearing a purple-and-white striped shirt, unbuttoned.
    On the bed, in a row, sat Mary Anne, Dawn, and Claudia, watching me intently. Mary AnneÆs hair was pulled back in a ponytail and held in place with a black-and-white checkered bow that matched the short skirt she was wearing. Around her neck was a chain and dangling
from it were gold letters that spelled out MARY
ANNE.
    Dawn was wearing a necklace, too, only hers said IÆM AWESOME. Honest. Where had she gotten it? California, probably. And in her double pierced ears were hoops of different sizes. See what I mean about Dawn being an individual? Also she was wearing a fairly tame dress, but on her feet were plaid high-top sneakers.
    Then there was Claudia. She was wearing a pretty tame dress, too ù with a red necktie! Then, she had on these new, very cool roll socks. When she pushed them down just right, they fell into three rolls. The top roll was red, the middle one was peacock blue, and the bottom one was purple. She looked as if she were wearing ice-cream cones on her feet. In her hair was a braided band in red, blue, and purple, like her socks. And dangling from her ears were ù get this ù spiders in webs. Ew. (But they were pretty cool.)
    And me? I was wearing what I always wear ù jeans, a turtleneck, a sweater, and sneakers. Okay, so IÆm not a creative dresser. I donÆt have pierced ears, either. IÆm sorry. That sort of thing just doesnÆt interest me much.
    ôMy idea,ö I began, ôis to give mothers a
break in their routine. I thought that as a present to the mothers whose kids we sit for ù you know, Mrs. Newton, Mrs. Perkins, Mrs. Barrett, some of our own mothers ù we could take their kids off their hands for a day. We could do something really fun with the kids so theyÆd have a good time, and while they were gone, the mothers could enjoy some peace and quiet.ö
    All around me, eyes were lighting up.
    ôYeah!ö said Claudia slowly.
    ôThatÆs a great idea,ö agreed Jessi.
    ôAwesome,ö added Dawn.
    Mal and Mary Anne were nodding their heads vigorously.
    ôGood idea?ö I asked unnecessarily.
    ôThe best,ö said Dawn.
    I breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes I get so carried away with my ideas that I canÆt tell whether theyÆre good or stupid.
    The phone rang then, and we stopped and arranged a sitting job for Jessi.
    ôI was thinking,ö I went on as Mary Anne put down the appointment book, ôthat we could take the kids on some kind of field trip. I mean, an outing. I donÆt know what kind exactly, but weÆll come up with something. And maybe we could do this on the day before MotherÆs Day. That way, the present will be close to the actual
holiday, but weÆll still be able to spend Sunday with our own moth ùô
    I stopped abruptly. How could I be so thoughtless? I glanced at Mary Anne, who was looking down at her hands.
    ôWith ù with, um, our families,ö I finished up. I prayed for the phone to ring then, to save my neck and Mary AnneÆs feelings, but it didnÆt.
    Instead, Jessi said, ôIf weÆre asking our little brothers and sisters on the outing, I know Becca would like to come. Especially if we invite Charlotte, too.ö (Charlotte Johanssen, one of our sitting charges, and Becca Ramsey are best friends.) ôBecca might be shy, but she always likes a good field trip.ö
    I smiled gratefully at Jessi. She meant what sheÆd just said, but I knew sheÆd only said it to take everyoneÆs attention away from mothers and MotherÆs Day. Also, she got our discussion going again.
    ôMy brothers and sisters would like a trip, too,ö spoke up Mal. ôWell, most of them would. The triplets and Vanessa might think theyÆre too old for this. But, well, what about money? If this really is a present to mo ù to our clients, then I guess weÆre going to pay fo~ everything, right?ö
    ôWe should talk about that,ö I replied. ôI
really havenÆt worked out all the details.ö
    Ordinarily, I might have come up with some solution and said, ôOkay, this is what weÆre going to do.ö But I know that I can be bossy. Sometimes it gets me in trouble. Not long ago, it nearly caused our whole club to break up. Well, maybe IÆm exaggerating. But it did cause a huge fight.
    So all I said was, ôI donÆt think the day has to be very expensive. Maybe we could use money thatÆs in the treasury. We have pretty much right now, donÆt we, Dawn?ö
    Dawn nodded.
    ôOkay, then. But ù everyone has to agree to this. This isnÆt usually how we spend the treasury money.ö
    We were in the middle of taking a vote when the phone rang. And rang and rang. We stopped to schedule a few jobs. Then we returned to the vote. It was unanimous. We agreed to use our treasury money.
    ôNow,ö I went on, ôwhat should the outing be? I mean, where should we go? It should be someplace thatÆs fun, but easy to get to and cheap.ö
    We all thought. No one came up with a single idea. There isnÆt a lot to do here in Stoneybrook. Not a lot thatÆs within walking distance anyway.
    Claudia cleared her throat and we looked at her expectantly. ôI donÆt have an idea,ö she said. ôI was just thinking that the way we could ask kids to come on the outing would be to send invitations to their mothers. I think the outing would seem more like a gift then. An invitation could say, æHappy MotherÆs Day, Mrs. Rodowsky. As a special present, the Babysitters Club would like to give you a day to yourself. Therefore, Jackie, Archie, and Shea are invited to goÆ . . . wherever we decide to go. Something like that.ö
    ôOoh, thatÆs great, Claud,ö said Jessi.
    ôYeah,ö agreed Dawn. ôWould you design the invitations, Claud? WeÆll help you make them, but you do the best artwork.ö
    ôThanks,ö replied Claudia. ôSure. IÆll design something.ö
    ôMaybe the fathers could be involved,ö I said slowly. ôIÆm not sure how to get them to do this, but they should be the ones to drop the kids off and pick them up. Stuff like that. And of course we canÆt take babies on the outing. So, for instance, if we take Jamie Newton for the day, Lucy will still be at home. Maybe Mr. Newton will agree to watch her while JamieÆs with us.ö
    My friends nodded. We talked and talked.
We talked until it was after six oÆclock. We worked out all the details, but not what our outing would be. Where could we take the kids?
    ôYou know,ö said Jessi, as we were getting ready to leave ClaudÆs room, ôI think our MotherÆs Day surprise solves a problem for me.ö
    ôWhat?ö asked the rest of us.
    ôI think it can be my present to Mama. ItÆll get Becca and me out of her hair for a whole day. And if Daddy will watch Squirt, then Mama will really have a vacation.ö
    ôSame here,ö said Mal. ôThe younger kids can come on the trip, and IÆm sure I can convince the triplets and Vanessa to stay out of MomÆs hair. Or maybe Dad can do something with them.ö
    ôAnd same with me,ö I added. ôAndrew,
Karen, and David Michael will come with us.
Charlie and Sam are hardly ever around on
Saturdays anyway. I think this will be my gift.
IÆll just have to see.ö
    ôI wish the outing helped me,ö said Dawn with a sigh, ôbut it doesnÆt.ö
    ôMe neither,ö added Claudia. ôAll IÆve decided is to make MomÆs gift, whatever it will be.ö
    ôMaybe IÆll make mine, too,ö said Dawn. ôWould you help me, Claud?ö
    ôSure.ö
    We were filing out of ClaudiaÆs room, tired but excited.
    Mary Anne was being awfully quiet, but just as I was starting to worry about her, she gave me a little smile to let me know that she would handle MotherÆs Day somehow ù just as she had handled it every year before.
    Chapter 4. ClaudiaÆs job at the NewtonsÆ on Friday afternoon turned out to be profitable. Not only did she have fun and get paid, but she found something pretty interesting. It was a flier posted on their refrigerator.
    Well, once again IÆm ahead of myself. I bet you donÆt have any idea what IÆm talking about. (I donÆt blame you.) Okay. Let me go back to when Claud arrived at the NewtonsÆ.
    She showed up on time, of course. (A good sitter is always on time.) But she didnÆt bring her Kid-Kit. It was a sunny afternoon and she knew that all Jamie would want to do was play outside.
    Mrs. Newton greeted Claudia at the door.
    ôHi, honey,ö she said. ôCome on in.ö
    ôThanks.ö Claudia stepped into the NewtonsÆ hallway.
    ôHow are you? How are the art classes?ö asked Mrs. Newton. She and Claud are pretty close. Mrs. Newton is interested in whatever Claudia does.
    ôIÆm fine. My classes are great. And look what I made.ö Claudia pulled her hair back to show Mrs. Newton the earrings she was wearing. They were painted sunbursts.
    ôYou made those?ö
    ôYup,ö said Claudia proudly.
    Mrs. Newton shook her head in amazement.
    ôWhere are the kids?ö asked Claud.
    ôJamieÆs out in the yard, and LucyÆs upstairs taking a nap. I just put her down, so she should sleep for awhile. You can go out with Jamie, but stick your head inside every now and then to listen for the baby.ö
    Claudia nodded. ôOkay. Anything else?ö
    ôI donÆt think so. You know where the emergency numbers are. And IÆll be at a meeting at JamieÆs school. The number is on the refrigerator.ö
    A few minutes later, Mrs. Newton called good-bye to Jamie and left. Claudia joined Jamie in the backyard. She found him tiptoeing around with his arms outstretched. He was singing ôHome on the Range,ö but he was getting a lot of the words wrong.
    ôOh, give me a comb,ö he sang loudly, ôwhere the buffaloes foam, and the deer and the antinope pay. Where seldom is heard a long-distance bird, and the sky is not crowded all day.ö
    Claudia smiled, but she managed not to laugh. ôHiya, Jamie,ö she said.
    ôHi-hi!ö Jamie replied happily. He didnÆt seem to mind having been interrupted at all.
    ôWhat are you doing?ö Claud wanted to
know. (Jamie was still tiptoeing around.)
    ôIÆm a tightrope walker. Now watch this. IÆm going to be someone else.ö
    Jamie walked a few steps. He tripped and fell. Then he picked himself up and fell again. When he stood up, he shook himself all over like a puppy dog.
    Claudia wasnÆt sure what was going on, so she was relieved when Jamie began turning somersaults and making silly faces. ôYouÆre a clown!ö she exclaimed.
    ôRight!ö said Jamie. ôAnd now IÆm going to be another person.ö
    He raised his arms in the air and ran back and forth across the yard. ôOh, he fries food the air,ö he sang, ôwith the greatest of vease!ö
    ôA trapeze artist,ö said Claud.
    ôYup.ö
    The Newtons must have gone to a circus, she thought. And she thought that until she took Jamie inside for a glass of water. His throat was dry from all his singing and running around. Claud went to the refrigerator to get out the bottle of cold water she knew was inside ù and her eyes fell on a colorful flier posted next to the phone number of JamieÆs school.
    COME TO SUDSYÆS CARNIVAL! it read. GAMES! RIDES! SIDESHOW ATTRACTIONS! REFRESHMENTS!
    Carefully, Claudia read every word on the flier. The carnival would be in Stoneybrook on MotherÆs Day weekend. It would be set up in a large parking lot that was near a playground not far from ClaudÆs house. It would have midway games, some rides, plenty of food (cotton candy, peanuts, ice cream, popcorn, lemonade), and even a sideshow. Claudia raised her eyebrows. Were there really bearded ladies and people who were half-man, half-woman or who could swallow fire or swords? She wasnÆt sure. But she didnÆt care. All she was interested in was finding out more about the carnival.
    Jamie saw Claud looking at the flier. ôThe carnival,ö he said sadly.
    ôWhatÆs wrong?ö asked Claud.
    ôI really really really really really want to go, but I canÆt. Mommy and Daddy canÆt take me.ö
    ôToo bad, Jamie,ö said Claudia.
    ôI know. I want to see that man. That one right there.ö
    Jamie reached up to touch a picture of a clown carrying a bunch of helium balloons.
    ôThe balloon-seller?ö Claudia asked.
    Jamie nodded. ôI would buy a yellow balloon. Maybe after that I would buy a green balloon for Lucy.ö
    ôThat would be very generous of you.ö
    ôAnd then I wouldÆplay some games. I would win some prizes, like a whistle and a teddy bear. The bear would be for Lucy, too.ö
    Claudia smiled.
    ôBut,ö Jamie continued with a sigh, ôI guess I canÆt go. No clowns. No balloons. No prizes.ö
    Claudia gave Jamie a hug, and then poured him his glass of water.
    ôThank you,ö he said politely.
    ôYouÆre welcome. And Jamie, you never know.ö
    ôWhat?ö
    ôYou never know about things. You canÆt
be too sure. I remember once when I was six,
a big circus came to Stamford, and Mom and
Dad said our whole family could go. Only ù a week before we were going to the circus, I
got the chicken pox.ö
    ôYuck.ö
    ôI know. And when circus day came, I was much better but I still had spots, so I wasnÆt allowed to go. Mimi took care of me while Mom and Dad and Janine went to the circus. Guess what, though. People liked the circus so much that it stayed an extra week, and Mimi and I went to it the next Saturday.ö
    ôReally? Wow.ö
    Claudia suddenly realized that she shouldnÆt get JamieÆs hopes up too much. After all, the
carnival was still sort of a long shot. So she said again, ôYou just never know, Jamie. IÆm not saying you will go to the carnival. But itÆs several weeks away. A lot could happen, right?
Right?ö
    ôOh, give me a comb . . .ô
    Jamie wasnÆt listening. He and Claudia went back outside. Jamie played carnival again. Every now and then, Claudia tiptoed into the house and stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening for Lucy. The third time she did that, she heard baby sounds. Lucy almost always wakes up happy. She doesnÆt cry. She just sits in her crib and talks to herself in words only she can understand.
    Claudia poked her head out the back door. ôJamie!ö she called. ôCome on inside. I have to get Lucy up.ö
    Jamie came in and found Sesame Street on the television, while Claudia dashed upstairs. She opened the door to LucyÆs room slowly.
    ôHiya, Lucy-Goose,ö she said.
    LucyÆs face began to crumple.
    ôI know. IÆm not your mommy or daddy. IÆm sorry. But itÆs me, Luce. ItÆs Claudee.ö (ThatÆs what Jamie sometimes calls Claudia.)
    Claudia puttered around LucyÆs room, not going too near her. She sang ôThe Eensy Weensy Spiderö and ôThe Wheels on the Bus.ö
    Lucy began to smile. Claudia tickled her and changed her diaper, and she seemed to be okay. So Claud carried her downstairs. She could smell LucyÆs baby smell ù powder and Pampers and soap and milk.
    ôJamie, look whoÆs here!ö said Claudia.
    Jamie turned away from the TV. When he and Lucy saw each other, their faces broke into grins.
    What a change from when Lucy first came home from the hospital, thought Claudia. Jamie wanted to send his sister back.
    Claudia, Jamie, and Lucy played on the floor of the family room until Mrs. Newton came home at five-fifteen. Then Claudia raced to her own house for our Friday meeting. She couldnÆt wait to get there. For once, she would be the one with a big idea, and if everyone liked it, sheÆd make a lot of people very happy ù especially Jamie Newton, who just might get to go to the carnival and see the balloon-seller after all.
Chapter 5.
 F or the second time in a row I arrived at our meeting early. There was a good reason for this. It was because I had begged Charlie to leave early. ôPlease, please, please take me over now,ö IÆd said. My next step would have been to kneel down and plead, but Charlie agreed to go.
    I donÆt know why I was so eager for the meeting. It wasnÆt as if I had any news. I just wanted to get on with the plans for our MotherÆs Day surprise.
    Anyway, thanks to Charlie, I reached the KishisÆ just before Claudia came running home from the NewtonsÆ. I could hear her calling to me as she dashed along the sidewalk.
    ôHi, Claud!ö I replied. I stood on her steps and looked across the street at the house that used to be mine. IÆd grown up there. IÆd learned to walk and ride a bike and turn cartwheels there. IÆd gone off to school and watched my
father walk out on us and seen Watson come into our lives. IÆd been away from that house for less than a year, but it seemed like a decade.
    Time is funny.
    Claudia raced up her walk and let me into her house. ôYouÆre early again,ö she said. ôDo you have news?ö
    I shook my head.
    ôWell, I do! But I guess itÆll have to wait until the meeting starts, right?ö
    ôNot necessarily,ö I replied, since I was dying of curiosity, ôbut I guess you might as well. Then you can tell us all at once.ö
    Claudia and I were both a little disappointed, but at least we didnÆt have long to wait before the meeting started. Mary Anne, Jessi, Dawn, and Mallory arrived on time, and I brought us to order immediately.
    ôThe first piece of business,ö I announced, ôis that Claudia has some sort of big news. Claudia?ö I said, turning to her.
    ôMy big news,ö Claudia began, shifting position on the bed, ôis that I think IÆve found a place where we can take the kids on their outing.ö
    Five pairs of eyes widened. The room was absolutely silent.
    Then I cried out, ôWhere, where, where?ö I couldnÆt help it.
    ôTo a carnival,ö Claud began. ôSee, I was sitting at the NewtonsÆ this afternoon, and on their refrigerator was a flier advertising something called SudsyÆs Carnival. ItÆs going to be in Stoneybrook the weekend of MotherÆs Day. ThereÆll be all sorts of things kids will like ù games, rides, even a sideshow. But the best thing is, guess where the carnival will be set up?ö
    ôWhere?ö asked all the rest of us club members.
    ôIn the parking lot near Carle Playground.ö
    ôOh, wow!ö I exclaimed. ôWe can walk there easily!ö
    ôRight,ö said Claud. ôAnd it seems like a nice, small carnival. I mean, it wouldnÆt be overwhelming for the littlest kids, and weÆd have an easy time keeping track of everyone.ö
    ôI wonder how expensive a carnival would be,ö said our treasurer. ôAny idea what it would cost per kid?ö
    I looked at Claudia.
    ôItÆs hard to say,ö she replied slowly. ôThe flier didnÆt mention a fee to get in ù you know, the way you pay one big price to get into Funland, and then you can go on the rides as often as you want. I guess one fee wouldnÆt make sense at a carnival anyway, since so much of it is games that you have to pay for
separately.ö Claud paused. She drew in her breath. ôIÆm guessing the carnival wouldnÆt be too expensive per kid. ThereÆs an awful lot just to look at, and if we limit the kids to, say, three things each, that wouldnÆt be too bad.ö
    We asked Claudia a few more questions, but everyone in the room was smiling. We knew we had the solution to our problem, and what a solution it was!
    ôJamie is going to faint!ö exclaimed Claudia. ôHeÆs dying to go to SudsyÆs.ö
    ôI donÆt think David Michael has ever been to a carnival,ö I added.
    ôBecca has,ö said Jessi, ôand when she gets to this one, sheÆll think sheÆs died and gone to heaven.ö
    ôI wonder if the kids will be able to spend all day at a carnival,ö I said suddenly. ôThat just occurred to me.ö
    ôHmm,ö said Mary Anne. ôMaybe not. Especially if they can only do a few things each.ö
    ôI donÆt think I could spend all day at a carnival,ö spoke up Dawn. ôI was just at one when I visited Dad and Jeff in California. It was fun, but. .
    ôAll day at anything is too long for little kids,ö I pointed out. ôThey need to rest. They get bored.ö
    ôMaybe,ö began Mallory, but she was interrupted by the phone.
    We arranged several sitting jobs. Then Mallory started again.
    ôMaybe we should just go to the carnival in the morning when everyone is fresh and awake,ö she said. ôThen we could eat lunch somewhere else, like at the playground, since the kids are bringing their lunches anyway, and weÆll be right next to the playground. There are tables and benches everywhere at Carle. Our family has taken a lot of picnic lunches there.ö
    ôThatÆs a good idea,ö I said. ôReally good. Then the kids could play in the park for awhile, and then we really should give them a chance to rest before they go home.ö
    ôWell,ö said Claudia, ôthey could come to my house. Remember last summer when we ran the play group in StaceyÆs backyard? We could do something like that here. It would probably be for just an hour or two. We could read stories and maybe do an art project. The kids could make MotherÆs Day cards or little gifts or something. It would be a nice way for them to unwind after all the excitement.ö
    ôGreat!ö I exclaimed. ôI think weÆve got our MotherÆs Day surprise.ö Then I remembered about being bossy and added, ôEveryone who
thinks this is a good plan, raise her hand.ö Five hands shot up, including mine.
    ôDawn? WhatÆs wrong? You didnÆt raise your hand.ö
    Dawn grinned. ôI donÆt think itÆs a good plan,ö she said. ôI think itÆs an awesome one.ö
    Everyone laughed, and Claudia threw a pillow at Dawn.
    ôOkay,ö I said, when we had quieted down, ôI know we donÆt have much time left today, but I think we should make a list of kids to invite so we can get the invitations out soon. There really isnÆt that much time until MotherÆs Day.ö
    ôIÆll take notes,ö said our secretary. Mary Anne turned to a blank page in the back of the record book. ôAll right. IÆm ready.ö
    ôLetÆs start with our little brothers and sisters,ö I began. ôKaren, Andrew, and David Michael will be invited. And Becca Ramsey. And.. . Mal, who in your family?ö
    ôI guess everyone except the triplets. Claire, Margo, Nicky, and Vanessa. IÆm really not sure Vanessa will come, though. SheÆs funny about big group things sometimes. SheÆd rather stay in her room and write poetry.ö
    Mary Anne nodded. ôWell, if she comes, thatÆs eight so far.ö
    ôJamie Newton,ö said Claudia.
    ôThe Barretts,ö said Dawn. ôBuddy and Suzi, anyway. MarnieÆs too little.ö
    ôMynah and Gabbie Perkins,ö added Mary Anne, writing furiously. ôAnd, of course, Laura is much too little.ö
    ôThe Rodowsky boys,ö spoke up Jessi. ôOh, and the Braddock kids. How could we forget them?ö
    ôI hate to say this,ö said Mary Anne, ôbut Jenny Prezzioso. We just have to ask her if we ask the Barretts and MalÆs brothers and sisters.ö
    ôOh, ew!ö I cried. ôEw, EW! Jenny is so spoiled.ö But I knew Mary Anne was right. So JennyÆs name was added to the list.
    We kept on thinking of kids to invite ù Charlotte Johanssen, some kids in my new neighborhood. When we couldnÆt come up with another name, I said to Mary Anne, ôWhatÆs the grand total?ö
    Mary Anne counted up. ôOh, my gosh! Twenty-nine!ö
    ôTwenty-nine!ö exclaimed Claudia. ôWeÆre good baby-sitters, but the six of us cannot take twenty-nine kids to a carnival.ö
    There was a moment of silence. Then Jessi said, ôWell, they wonÆt all be able to come. Mal said Vanessa probably wonÆt want to, and some people are bound to be away that day, or to have plans.ö
    ôTrue. . .ô I replied slowly. ôEven so. LetÆs say twenty kids want to go on the outing. There are six of us. Some of us would have to be in charge of four kids all day. ThatÆs pretty many. And what if we end up with more kids than we think?ö
    ôWell, how about calling our associate members?ö suggested Mary Anne, grinning. (You could tell she was just dying to call Logan.)
    ôMaybe we better.ö I handed the phone to Mary Anne. She called Logan. His family was going to be out of town that weekend.
    Mary Anne handed the phone back to me. I called Shannon Kilbourne. Her family would be having weekend guests. Shannon was supposed to stick around and be polite.
    ôUh-oh,ö I said when IÆd hung up the phone. ôWait a second!ö cried Claudia. ôOh, my lord! IÆve got a great idea. LetÆs call Stacey and invite her to Stoneybrook for the weekend!ö
    As if you couldnÆt tell from ClaudiaÆs excitement, she and Stacey McGill used to be best friends. (Well, they still are but itÆs difficult with Claud living in Stoneybrook and Stacey living in New York City.) Anyway, I knew we all wanted to see Stacey, and sheÆs a terrific baby-sitter.
    Claudia made the call. ôStace? ItÆs me,ö she said. A whole lot of screaming and laughing
followed. Then Claudia explained about the MotherÆs Day surprise. ôSo could you come?ö she asked. ôWe arenÆt getting paid or anything. It would just be fun. And you could stay for awhile on Sunday before we put you on the train back to the city.ö
    Stacey had to check with her parents, but guess what ù she got permission!
    ôYou can come?ö shrieked Claudia. She turned to us club members. ôSheÆs free! She can come! . . . Stace? WeÆll make the arrangements later. Oh, IÆm so glad! This will be your first trip back to Stoneybrook.ö
    Well, it had been your basic red-letter club meeting. By the time Claud got off the phone, it was just after six, so we had to leave, but all of us felt as if we were floating instead of walking. We agreed to return to ClaudiaÆs the next day, Saturday, to make the invitations.
Chapter 7.
The arrangements for the MotherÆs Day sur prise were falling into place. ClaudiaÆs parents had spoken to StaceyÆs parents, and the adults had decided that Stacey would take the train to Stoneybrook on Friday after school. With any luck, sheÆd reach the KishisÆ in time for our club meeting that day! Then she would stay with Claud until Sunday afternoon ù and help us out on Saturday, of course.
    Also our invitations had been designed, made, and mailed out. They were pretty cute, if I do say so myself. Claud had drawn two pictures on them. In the upper lefthand corner was a totally dragged-out looking mom. She was holding a briefcase in one hand and a vacuum cleaner in the other, and a baby was strapped to her chest. Her hair looked frazzled and there were bags under her eyes. In the lower righthand corner was a rested mom. She
was sitting in a lawn chair with a book in one hand and a glass of iced tea (or something) in the other. She was smiling, and the bags were gone.
    In the middle of the page, we had written:
ôSURPRISE! Happy MotherÆs Day! The members of the Baby-sitters Club would like to give our special moms a special gift.ö
    (I thought that part was corny, but no one agreed with me.)
    Then the invitations went on to say who was invited, what we would do, where we would meet, and that sort of thing.
    I was at home on the Saturday my own mom received her MotherÆs Day surprise. It was one of those gorgeous spring days when you look at the sky and think, Could it possibly get any bluer? It was also unusually warm, so David Michael, Andrew, Karen, and I were out in our yard with no jackets or sweaters.
    ôItÆs summer! ItÆs just like summer!ö exclaimed Karen.
    We still had a good two months before vacation, but I didnÆt say anything.
    The kids were doing the outdoor things they missed during the winter, like skipping rope, tossing a ball around, and turning somersaults. Mom and Watson were inside. They were on
the phone. TheyÆd been making an awful lot of phone calls lately. And Sam and Charlie, as usual, were off with their friends.
    Sometimes I feel . . . I donÆt know . . . left out of my own family. I love everybody, but IÆm too young to hang around with Sam and Charlie, and too old for Andrew, David Michael, and Karen. TheyÆre fun, but they are just kids.
    Anyway, David MichaelÆs game of catch with Andrew was beginning to get out of hand.
    ôDavid Michael,ö I said, ôyou donÆt have to throw it so hard. AndrewÆs not that far away from you.ö
    ôBut he keeps missing the balls.ö
    ôMaybe heÆs afraid of them. TheyÆre coming at him like freight trains.ö
    ôIÆm not afraid!ö protested Andrew.
    I sighed. Since I wasnÆt baby-sitting, I didnÆt feel like getting involved in this argument. ôI think IÆll take Shannon on a walk,ö I said.
    Shannon was playing in the yard, but I knew sheÆd want to take a walk. Any change of scenery was fine with her. I clipped her leash to her collar and we set off. I chose one particular direction. It was the direction in which Bart TaylorÆs house lies.
    Bart Taylor is nice. Oh, okay, heÆs gorgeous and wonderful and smart and athletic. We sort
of like each other, even though we donÆt go to the same school. Bart coaches a softball team called BartÆs Bashers, and I coach one called KristyÆs Krushers. So Bart is my rival, too. We try not to think of that. But we hardly ever see each other anyway.
    Which is why I walked Shannon by his house that day. I tried to glance at it casually every few steps, but I couldnÆt see a thing that way. So finally I just stared. The front door was closed, the shades were drawn, the garage door was pulled down.
    No one was home.
    I walked Shannon sadly back to my house, feeling lonely and a little depressed. But the warm weather and the thought of the weekend stretching before me cheered me up again.
    ôHey, you guys!ö I called when 1 reached our yard. ôHow about some batting practice? The Krushers have another game coming up!ö
    Andrew, David Michael, and Karen are on my softball team. That ought to give you some idea of what the team is like. ItÆs a bunch of kids who are either too young for Little League or even T-ball, or who are too embarrassed to belong to one of those teams ù but who really want to learn to play better. The first time the Krushers played BartÆs Bashers we almost beat them. ThatÆs how much spirit we have.
    ôBatting practice?ö echoed Karen. ôOkay. LetÆs go.ö
    We found several bats and two softballs.
    ôIÆll be the pitcher,ö I said. ôWeÆre going to work on your technique. David Michael, show me your batting stance, okay?ö
    My brother demonstrated.
    ôGood!ö I cried. ôThatÆs really terrific.ö No doubt about it, my brother had improved since IÆd started coaching him. I donÆt mean to sound conceited, but it was true.
    I tossed the ball ù underhand, easy.
    David Michael missed it by a mile.
    I take it back. Maybe he was still a klutz.
    ôKaren?ö I called. ôYour turn.ö
    Karen was testing the weights of the bats when Mom dashed into the backyard, waving a paper in her hand.
    Oh, darn, I thought. Which one of us messed up? What was she waving? A math test with ~an E on the top? A report with the words ôSee meö in red ink? (I swear, those are the worst words teachers ever invented.)
    ôKristy!ö Mom called.
    Yikes! It was me! I had messed up!
    ôHoney, thank you,ö said my mother breathlessly as she reached me.
    Thank you? Well, I couldnÆt have done anything too bad. I dared to look at the paper. It
was the MotherÆs Day surprise. Whew. ôYouÆre welcome,ö I replied, smiling. Mom put her arms around me.
    ôItÆs your MotherÆs Day surprise,ö I said unnecessarily.
    Immediately, Mom began to cry. It wasnÆt that sobbing, unhappy crying that mothers do when theyÆre watching something like Love Story or BrianÆs Song on TV. It was that teary kind of crying where the voice just goes all wavery. ôWha-at a lo-ovely invita-ation,ö she managed to squeak out. She wiped at her eyes. Then she found a tissue stuffed up her sleeve, so she blew her nose.
    (Well, I knew the invitations were nice, but I hadnÆt expected this. I would have to call Jessi and Mallory to find out if their mothers had freaked out, too.)
    ôUrn, Mom,ö I began, gathering my nerve to ask the question that so far only Sam had dared to ask, ôare you pregnant?ö
    My mother shook her head. She blew her nose again. ôNo.ö
    ôAre you positive?ö
    ôPositive. . . . But if you were to have a new brother or sister, how ùô
    ôWell, you know how I feel about kids, Mom,ö I said. ôIt would be fine.ö
    But suddenly it didnÆt seem quite as fine as
it had seemed in the past. I love babies. I really do. But what would it be like if Mom and Watson had a baby of their own? That would be different from Mrs. Newton or Mrs. Perkins having a baby. It might draw Morn and Watson closer together ù and shut us kids out, just when us kids need to be drawn closer to everyone in the family. Why hadnÆt I thought about that before? But all I said was, ôFine, fine.ö
    Mom smiled. The two of us sat down in the grass. ôSo tell me more about this invitation,ö said my mother. ôWho planned the surprise?ö
    ôEveryone in the Baby-sitters Club,ö I answered, ôonly, the basic idea was sort of mine. Well, it was all mine.ö
    ôIÆm sure it was. You always did have big ideas.ö
    ôRemember when we lived in the old house, and I worked out the flashlight code so Mary Anne and I could talk to each other from our bedroom windows at night?ö
    ôOf course. And your big idea to marry me to the mailman?ö
    ôDavid Michael wanted a father,ö I reminded her. ôI was only ten then.ö
    Mom and I laughed. We watched Andrew, Karen, and David Michael practice their pitching and catching.
    ôWell, anyway,ö I said, ôwe sent out invitations to twenty-nine kids.ö
    ôTwenty-nine!ö squawked Mom.
    ôDonÆt worry. They wonÆt all be able to come. Besides, Stacey is going to be in town that weekend. SheÆs going to help us. So thereÆll be seven sitters. If we wind up with, letÆs say, twenty kids, thatÆs only about three kids per sitter. We can handle that.ö
    ôAnd youÆre taking the children to a carnival?ö
    ôYup. ItÆs called SudsyÆs. ItÆs just a little one. ItÆll be set up in that big parking lot near Carle Playground. WeÆll spend the morning at SudsyÆs, go to the playground for lunch and some exercise, then walk back to ClaudiaÆs house for stories and stuff, so the kids can rest. We figure weÆll have the kids from about nine until four. ThatÆll be a nice rest for you, wonÆt it, Morn?ö
    ôA wonderful one.ö
    The phone rang then. We could hear it through the open kitchen window. A moment later, Watson called, ôElizabeth? This is an important one.ö
    My mother leaped to her feet like an Olympic athlete and dashed inside.
    I went back to my sister and brothers.
    ôHow are you guys doing?ö I asked. I asked
it before I saw the scowls on the kidsÆ faces.
    ôHe is a klutz,ö said David Michael with clenched teeth, pointing to Andrew.
    ôAm not.ö
    ôAre too, you little wimp. And youÆre WatsonÆs favorite.ö
    ôNo, he isnÆt,ö cried Karen indignantly. ôDaddy loves us both the same.ö
    ôWhat about me?ö David Michael threw his bat angrily to the ground.
    Karen and Andrew did the same thing. Softballs, too.
    ôWell, I guess it figures,ö my brother went on. ôOf course he loves you guys more than ~me. HeÆs your real father. HeÆs just my step.ö
    ôYour mom loves you more than us,ö spoke up Andrew, to my surprise. ôSheÆs our step.ö
    ôHey, hey, HEY! What is this talk?ö I cried. ôEverybody loves everybody around here.ö
    ôNo,ö said David Michael. ôSometimes Thomases love Thomases more, and Brewers love Brewers more.ö
    Karen sighed. ôIÆm tired of this. LetÆs play ball again.ö
    The kids picked up their bats. They forgot their argument for awhile.
    But I didnÆt.
LJc~~T~!
    VVe11, itÆs finally happened!ö I announced.
    ôWhat?ö asked Claudia, Jessi, Dawn, Mary Anne, and Mallory.
    We were holding a meeting of the Babysitters Club, and the last of the RSVPs for the MotherÆs Day surprise had just been phoned in. I gave the news to my friends.
    ôWe can get a total count now,ö I said. ôThat was Mrs. Barrett. Buddy and Suzi can come on the outing. They were the last kids we needed to hear about. Mary Anne?ö
    Mary Anne had opened the record book to a page on which she was listing the kids whoÆd be coming to SudsyÆs with us. ôReady for the total?ö she asked.
    The rest of us nodded nervously. ôOkay, just a sec.ö Mary AnneÆs pen moved down the page. Then, ôItÆs twenty-one,ö she announced.
    ôTwenty-one! ThatÆs perfect!ö I cried. ôSeven
sitters including Stacey, so three kids each. We can manage that.ö
    ôSure,ö said Dawn.
    ôWe can help each other out,ö added Claudia.
    ôRead us the list, Mary Anne,ö I said. ôLetÆs see exactly what weÆre dealing with here.ö
    ôOkay.ö Mary Anne began reading, running her finger along the list. ôClaire, Margo, Nicky, and Vanessa Pike.ö (Vanessa had surprised everyone by immediately agreeing to come.) ôBecca Ramsey; David Michael Thomas; Karen and Andrew Brewer; Jamie Newton; Jackie, Shea, and Archie Rodowsky; Jenny Prezzioso.ö (I tried not to choke.) ôMynah and Gabbie Perkins; Matt and Haley Braddock; Charlotte Johanssen; Nina Marshall; and Buddy and Suzi Barrett.ö
    ôAnd who couldnÆt come?ö I asked.
    ôLetÆs see,ö said Mary Anne, turning to another page in the record book, ôthe Arnold twins, Betsy Sobak, the Papadakises, and the Delaneys.ö
    I nodded. ôOkay. I was just curious.ö
    Ring, ring.
    Dawn reached for the phone. ôHello, Babysitters Club,ö she said. ôYes, hi, Mrs. Arnold. . . . Oh, weÆre sorry, too. The twins
would probably love SudsyÆs. .. . Yeah. Yeah. . . . Okay, on Tuesday? IÆll check.
IÆll call you right back.ö
    We arranged for Mal to sit for Marilyn and Carolyn Arnold (can you believe their names?) on Tuesday afternoon. Then we went back to our work.
    ôI guess we should make up groups of kids for the outing,ö said Claudia. ôThat worked well before.ö
    Once, our club had sat for fourteen kids for a whole week. We kept the kids in groups according to their ages. It was really helpful. And we had done the same thing when Mary Anne, Dawn, Claudia, and I had visited Stacey in New York and taken a big group of kids to a museum and to Central Park.
    ôThe only thing,ö spoke up Mary Anne, ôis that IÆm not sure we should group the kids by age. I think we should group them, but, well, Matt and Haley will have to be in the same group, even though Matt is seven and HaleyÆs almost ten now. Haley understands MattÆs signing better than anybody.ö (Matt is deaf and communicates using sign language.)
    ôAnd,ö I added, ôI think Karen and Andrew should be in the same group, and David Michael should be in a different one. Andrew
is really dependent on Karen, and lately the two of them have been having some problems with David Michael.ö
    ôAnd Charlotte and Becca have to be together,ö added Jessi. ôBecca wonÆt come if she canÆt be with Charlotte.ö
    ôHmm,ö I said. ôAnything else?ö
    ôKeep Jenny away from the Braddocks,ö said Dawn.
    ôAnd Nicky away from Claire,ö added Mallory.
    ôBoy, is this complicated,ö commented Claudia.
    ôI know,ö I agreed. ôBut we can do it. LetÆs try to draw up some lists. LetÆs just see how far we get. Everyone, make up seven lists and then weÆll compare them.ö
    Mary Anne passed around paper and we set to work. We were interrupted four times by the telephone, but at last everyone said they had done the best they could.
    I collected the papers. I looked over the groups my friends had come up with. I said things like, ôNo, that one wonÆt work. Matt and Haley arenÆt together.ö Or, ôOh, thatÆs good, thatÆs good, thatÆs ù Nope. WeÆve got Claire and Nicky together.ö
    ôIÆve got an idea,ö said Dawn after awhile. ôWhy donÆt you cut out all the groups, all
forty-two of them, sort through them, and try to find the seven best?ö
    ôOkay,ö I agreed. Claudia handed me a pair of scissors. ôBut I think IÆll need some help.ö
    Every single club member got down on her hands and knees. We spread the lists on the floor, examined them, and shuffled them around.
    ôThis is a good one,ö said Jessi. ôThis is a good one,ö said Claud. Finally we had chosen seven good lists. We counted the kids. Twenty-one. We checked the kids against Mary AnneÆs list. Nina Marshall showed up twice; Shea Rodowsky was missing.
    ôDarn it!ö I cried.
    We started over. Finally, finally, finally we had seven lists that worked:
    Kristy    Claudia
    Karen Brewer    Mynah Perkins
    Andrew Brewer    Gabbie Perkins
    Shea Rodowsky    Jamie Newton
    Mary Anne    Dawn
    Jenny Prezzioso    Suzi Barrett
    Claire Pike    Nina Marshall
    Margo Pike    Archie Rodowsky
    Mallory
    Matt Braddock    Buddy Barrett
    Haley Braddock    D. M. Thomas
    Nicky Pike    Jackie Rodowsky
Stacey
Charlotte Johanssen
Becca Ramsey
Vanessa Pike
    ôWell,ö I said, ôweÆve got all the necessary combinations ù Matt and his sister are together, so are Charlotte and Becca, Jenny is separated from the Braddocks, and that sort of thing. There are some good combinations here, too. Like, Jamie and the Perkins girls are together, and theyÆre friends. And I think Jenny will work out okay with Claire and Margo, donÆt you, Ma!?ö
    ôYeah, that should be all right.ö
    ôBut,ö I went on, ôthere are some odd combinations here, too. Not bad, just odd. For instance, Shea Rodowsky is with Karen and Andrew. Shea is nine. HeÆs a lot older than they are. But where else could we put him?ö
    The six of us leaned over to examine the lists.
    ôI donÆt really see any place,ö said Dawn after a moment. ôClaudiaÆs group, Mary AnneÆs,
and mine are too young. StaceyÆs is all girls. JessiÆs is perfect the way it is. MalloryÆs would be good because the kids are all boys, but theyÆre younger than Shea, too. Besides, I wouldnÆt mind separating Shea and Jackie.ö
    ôHereÆs another odd list,ö said Claudia. ôIÆm not sure what Archie Rodowsky will think of Suzi and Nina. At least the three of them are about the same age.ö
    ôI think weÆve made good choices about the baby-sitter in charge of each group,ö Mary Anne pointed out. ôKristy, Andrew would want to be with you.ö
    I nodded. ôI know.ö
    ôAnd Claud, youÆre a good choice for Jamie and the Perkins girls. I think IÆm the only one who will handle Jenny. Dawn knows Suzi Barrett really well. Jessi has to stick with Matt and Haley since sheÆs the only one of us who knows sign language really well. Mallory will be good with the boys, and Charlotte Johanssen will just die to have her old sitter back. Remember how much she loved Stacey?ö
    ôBoy, do I!ö I said. I looked at the lists a few moments longer. ôOkay,ö I said at last. ôWe know the groups are going to get all mixed up anyway, but they will be helpful. And I think these are the best weÆre going to do. Do you guys agree?ö
    ôYes!ö It was unanimous.
    ôGosh, this is so exciting!ö cried Mary Anne. ôYeah!ö agreed Jessi. ôItÆs the first big Babysitters Club project IÆve been part of.ö
    ôMe, too,ö said Mal.
    ôAnd IÆll finally get to meet Stacey,ö Jessi went on. ôItÆs so funny to think that I live in her old house ù that I sleep in her old bedroom ù and IÆve never even met her.ö
    ôWell, it wonÆt be long now,ö said Claudia. ôHow many of these big ù I mean, really big ù projects has the club worked on?ö Mal wondered.
    ôThree, I think. Right, Kristy?ö answered Dawn. ôThere was the week before your mom and Watson got married when we took care of the fourteen kids, and there was the play group in StaceyÆs backyard, and then there was New Yor ùô
    Ring, ring.
    Mary Anne answered the phone while Dawn kept talking. But after about a minute we realized we were listening to Mary Anne instead of Dawn.
    ôYou wonÆt believe this!ö Mary Anne was saying. (I guessed the caller was not a client.) ôWe were just talking about New York. Dawn was going to tell about when we took the kids to the museum.ö
    ôIs that Stacey?ö Claudia cried suddenly. She scrambled off the bed.
    I could feel excitement mounting. Stacey! Our old club member! Soon the club would be together again. Actually, when I thought about it, I realized the club would be together again for the first time ù because the seven of us had never worked together. Jessi and Mal had joined the club after Stacey had left.
    Claudia and Stacey talked to each other.
    Then I got on the phone with Stace. ôHi! How are you? I canÆt wait till you get here. We are going to have such a great day. You wonÆt believe how some of the kids have changed. Andrew is so much taller! Oh, and you can meet Matt and Haley Braddock and Becca Ramsey. And Jessi, of course.ö
    ôSame old Kristy,ö said Stacey, and I could tell she was smiling. ôIÆm fine. Mom and Dad have been arguing, arguing, arguing, but itÆs just a phase, I think. At least they arenÆt arguing about me.ö
    Stacey has diabetes and her parents sometimes donÆt agree about the way Stacey manages her disease, even when sheÆs following doctorÆs orders.
    ôWhat are they arguing about?ö I asked.
    ôOh, who cares? I canÆt wait to get back to Stoneybrook. Mom wishes she could come
with me. She loves Connecticut. WhatÆs up with you?ö
    ôGet this. My mom wants to have a baby.ö
    ôNo!ö
    ôYeah. She and Watson want a baby. Can you imagine? I think theyÆre too old,ö I said, which I knew wasnÆt true at all.
    I changed the subject quickly, and Stacey and I talked a little longer. I told her about the day weÆd planned, and about the groups weÆd lined up. By the time we got off the phone, I was just as excited as Claudia about seeing our blonde-haired, blue-eyed, super-sophisticated former treasurer.
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    Chapter 8.
 "Aughh!ö
    ôI donÆt believe it!ö
    ôOh, my gosh. SheÆs here!ö
    ôITÆS STACEY, YOU GUYS!ö
    It was 5:25 on the day before the MotherÆs Day surprise. Mary Anne, Dawn, and I had just entered ClaudiaÆs room for a club meeting ù and found Claudia and Stacey there. Stacey was sitting on ClaudÆs bed, as if sheÆd never left Stoneybrook. Claud was the one whoÆd shouted, ôITÆS STACEY, YOU GUYS!ö
    Stacey leaped up, and she and I and Mary Anne and Dawn began hugging and jumping up and down ù a group hug. And then we all began talking at once.
    ôYouÆre here in time for the meeting!ö I exclaimed.
    ôWhen did you get here?ö Mary Anne wanted to know.
    ôJust a little while ago,ö replied Stace. ôI caught an early train.ö
    ôYou cut your hair!ö Dawn cried.
    ôYeah, a little. Do you like it? I went to this really punk place and told the guy not to make it too punk.ö
    ôWe love it!ö said Mary Anne, speaking for all of us.
    We were finding places and settling down. I sat in the directorÆs chair, of course. Dawn and Mary Anne squeezed onto the bed with Claudia and Stacey. We left room on the floor for Ma! and Jessi.
    ôThis is just so incredible,ö said Stacey. ôHere I am, sitting in on a meeting of the Babysitters Club. A real meeting, not like the ones we had when you guys came to visit in New York. I feel like I never left here.ö
    ôI wish you never had,ö said Claud wistfully. Stacey leaned over suddenly and put her arms around Claudia. Claud is not a big crier, but that hug was all it took for the tears to start to fall.
    ôI miss you so much,ö she said to Stace. And I knew what she wasnÆt saying: that Stacey was ClaudÆs first and only best friend. And that she hadnÆt made a new best friend since Stacey had left.
    It was while this was going on that I glanced
up and saw Jessi and Mallory hovering uncertainly in the doorway to club headquarters. Jessi looked confused, and Mallory looked bewildered.
    ôCome on in, you guys,ö I said loudly to our two junior officers. ôThis isnÆt going to be a cry-fest . . . is it, Claud?ö
    Claudia pulled herself together. She wiped her tears with a tissue and sat up as straight as she could.
    And Stacey slid off the bed. ôMal!ö she exclaimed. ôI am so glad to see you! Congratulations on becoming a club member.ö
    ôThanks, Stacey. Baby-sitting sure is more fun this way. ItÆs nice to be official.ö
    Stacey turned to Jessi. ôI guess youÆre Jessi Ramsey,ö she said.
    This comment was a little unnecessary. For one thing, Stacey knows that Jessi is black. IÆm sorry to be so blunt, but thatÆs the truth, and anyway IÆm always blunt. Besides, who else would Jessi be? We donÆt bring guests to meetings.
    ôYes,ö said Jessi. ôHi. I moved into your bedroom.ö
    We laughed at that.
    ôJessi is a terrific sitter,ö I said, as Stacey returned to the bed, and Jessi and Mal dropped to the floor. ôShe even learned sign language
so she could communicate with a deaf boy.ö
    ôMatt Braddock,ö added Jessi, looking a little embarrassed by the attention she was getting. ôYouÆll meet him tomorrow. And his sister, Haley.ö
    ôGreat,ö replied Stacey. ôI canÆt wait. I canÆt wait to see the other kids, either. I bet theyÆve really changed.ö
    I was about to say that she might not even recognize some of the youngest ones, when I realized that it was 5:35. ôOh! Order!ö I cried. ôOrder! I cannot believe I forgot to bring the meeting to order, and weÆre five minutes late!ö
    ôKristy,ö said Claudia, ôit isnÆt going to kill you.ö
    I knew Claud sounded annoyed because she was still upset, but even so, I replied testily, ôWell, I know that. But letÆs get going here. Hmm. No dues to collect. Any club business?ö
    To my surprise, Stacey said, ôCan I ask a question?ö
    ôOf course.ö
    Ring, ring.
    ôOops, the phone. Hold on just a sec, Stace.ö I was reaching for the phone (so were Mary Anne and Jessi), when Stacey leaped up. ôCan I answer it, please? ItÆs been months and months since IÆve taken a ùô (Ring, ring.) ôù job call here with you guys.ö
    ôSure,ö the rest of us replied at once.
    Stace reached for the phone. ôHello, Babysitters Club,ö she said, sounding like she might either laugh or cry.
    (This meeting was emotional for everyone.) ôDoctor Johanssen!ö Stacey suddenly exclaimed. ôDoctor Johanssen, itÆs me, Stacey!
    No, you called Stoneybrook. IÆm visiting. IÆm here for the ~weekend. IÆm going on the MotherÆs Day outing tomorrow.ö (Dr. Johanssen is Charlotte JohanssenÆs mother, and in case you canÆt tell, she and Stacey are pretty close. Stacey helped Charlotte through some rough times, and Dr. Johanssen helped Stacey through some rough times.) ôOh, donÆt tell Charlotte IÆm here, okay?ö Stacey was saying. ôIÆll surprise her when she gets to ClaudiaÆs tomorrow.. . . Yes.. . . Right.. . . Oh, a sitter for next Saturday? Boy, I wish it could be me.
    No, IÆm leaving the day after tomorrow. But weÆll get you a sitter. IÆll call right back, okay?. . . Okay. æBye.ö
    StaceyÆs face went from excited to disappointed and back to excited while Mary Anne looked at our appointment pages. The Johanssen job was for the evening, and we signed Dawn up for it.
    Stacey called CharlotteÆs mother back. While she did, Claud began searching the bedroom.
    ôWhat are you looking for?ö asked Mal, as if we didnÆt know. (It must have been junk food.)
    ôJunk food,ö Claud replied. ôI bought a bag of those licorice strings. I thought we could make jewelry out of them before we ate them. Oh, and Dawn and Stacey, IÆve got pretzels for you. I know thatÆs not very interesting, but at least the pretzels look like little goldfish.ö
    Claud handed around our snacks.
    Then Stacey said, ôUrn, I had a question . . . ?ô
    ôOh, right!ö I exclaimed. ôSorry, Stace.ö (If IÆd been in a commercial, I would have hit myself on the head and said, ôI coulda hadda
V-8!ö)
    ôWell, I was just wondering. Could we run through tomorrowÆs schedule and all the details? I mean, like, who exactly is coming, and if we should expect any problems. I donÆt even know some of these kids. And you guys have talked about a carnival, but. . .ô
    ôOh, of course weÆll run through everything,ö spoke up Mary Anne, who was playing with a licorice bracelet. ôWe didnÆt mean to leave you out. ItÆs just that weÆve been making plans for so long.ö
    ôAnyway, itÆll probably help us to run through the schedule,ö added Jessi.
    I jumped right in. ôIÆll start,ö I said. I try hard not to be bossy, but after all, I am the president.
    ôThe kids will come here at eight-thirty,ö I began. (I was trying to make licorice earrings.) ôThe fathers have been really cooperative, and theyÆre doing all the stuff like dropping the kids off and picking them up. TheyÆre making the lunches, too, and watching any brothers and sisters who are too little ùô
    ôOr too big,ö added Dawn.
    ôù to come on the outing. So the moms will really have a day off tomorrow.ö
    ôOne exception,ö interrupted Mallory, as she braided together three strings of licorice. ôThe Barretts.ö
    ôOh, yeah,ö said Stacey. ôNo Mr. Barrett.ö
    ôRight. So guess what?ö
    ôWhat, Mal?ö
    ôMy dad is going to be Mr. Barrett for the day. HeÆs going to bring Buddy and Suzi with my brother and sisters in the morning and pick them up at the end of the day. HeÆs going to fix their lunches, and heÆs even going to babysit for Marnie all day.ö
    ôYou are kidding!ö cried Stacey.
    ôNope. Dad loves little kids. Why do you think there are eight of us?ö
    We laughed, and I added, ôMarnie ought to
spend the day with my mother. It would be, like, a dream come true for Mom.ö
    At that point we almost got off the subject, but I went ah~ad and outlined the day 5or Stacey (in between a few job calls).
    We were finishing up when Mimi wandered into ClaudiaÆs room, and I mean wandered in. She looked like someone who had gone for a walk without any destination in mind. She just sauntered in ù and then she seemed surprised to find us club members there.
    ôOh . . . oh, my,ö said Mimi vaguely.
    Claudia leaped to her feet. ôWhat are you looking for, Mimi?ö
    ôThe . . . cow.ö
    The cow? My friends and I glanced at each other. But not one of us was tempted to laugh. This was not funny.
    Claudia took her grandmother by the arm and led her gently toward the doorway. On the way, Mimi seemed to ôwake up.ö
    ôDinner is almost ready, my Claudia,ö she said. ôTo please help salad with me after meeting.ö (That was normal for Mimi.)
    ôSure,ö agreed Claudia. ôJust a few more minutes. Then Stacey and I will come help you.ö
    Mimi left. An awkward silence followed. Jessi tried to make conversation. ôI really like
your bedroom, Stacey,ö she began. ôYou should come over and see it, if you want. The wallpaper is so pretty that we left it up, and my furniture looks great. . .ô She trailed off.
    Claudia had tears in her eyes again.
    Stacey said, ôI decided I like it better than my room in New York.ö
    Another awkward silence. Both Mallory and Jessi looked awfully uncomfortable. I wondered if they felt like the new kids on the block all over again.
    ôI wonder,ö I said, as if it were the only thing on my mind, ôwhat my mom will look like when sheÆs pregnant.ö
    ôLike sheÆs going to tip over,ö replied Dawn, and we all cracked up. We became ourselves again. In the last few moments of the meeting we giggled and laughed and told school gossip to Stacey. Then the meeting was over. We left Claudia and Stacey, calling to each other, ôæBye!ö and ôSee you at eight!ö and ôRemember your lunches!ö
    That night, I could barely get to sleep. I was so, so excited about the MotherÆs Day surprise.
V\TeH, we did have some tears, but Stacey was right. The morning got off to a shaky start ù but not a bad one.
    However, the kidsÆ tears came later in the morning. Stacey began her day much earlier, waking up in the cot that had been placed in ClaudiaÆs room. She yawned and stretched. She looked over at Claudia. Claudia was dead to the world. She could sleep through a tornado. No, a tornado and a hurricane. No, a tornado, a hurricane, a major earthquake, and a garbage truck. Luckily, when Claudia does wake up, she gets up fairly easily.
    But Stacey didnÆt need to wake her up right away, which was fine because Stacey wanted to lie in bed and daydream. Actually, what she wanted to do was ôrememberize,ö which was an old word of hers meaning ôto remember something really well.ö
    She rememberized the first time she ever met Claudia. It was the beginning of seventh grade ù I think it might even have been the first day of school ù and they ran into each other in the hallway. I mean, ran right into each other. Each of them was kind of mad because the other was dressed in such cool clothes ù and each wanted to be the coolest.
But they calmed down and became very close
friends.
    Then Stacey rememberized the first time she baby-sat for Charlotte Johanssen. After that, she was about to begin a good daydream about Cam Geary, the gorgeous star, when she realized she really ought to wake up Claudia.
    So she did. She leaned across ClaudÆs bed and tapped her on the arm.
    ôClaud. Hey, Claud!ö
    ôMmm?ö
    ôTime to get up.ö
    ôWhy?ö
    ôMotherÆs Day surprise. The kidsÆll be here in just a couple of hours.ö
    ôOh!ö
    Claudia was up in a flash, and she and Stacey got dressed.
    Now, hereÆs a big difference between them and me. That morning, I dressed in my jeans and running shoes, a T-shirt with a picture of Beaver Cleaver on it, and my collie dog baseball cap. Then I added my SHS (Stoneybrook High School) sweat shirt that used to belong to Sam, since the weather would probably be chilly in the morning.
    Stacey, however, put on a tight-fitting pink jumpsuit over a white T-shirt, lacy white socks,
and those plastic shoes. What are they called ù jellies? And Claudia wore a pale blue baggy shirt over black-and-blue leopard-spotted pants that tied in neat knots at her ankles. On her feet she wore purple high-tops. And they both wore all this jewelry and these accessories, like big, big earrings, and headbands with rosettes on them, and nail polish. Claudia even wore her snake bracelet. Honestly, what did they think we were going to do? Enter a fashion show?
    Oh, okay, IÆll admit it. They looked great. And I was a teeny bit jealous. I wouldnÆt even know how to dress the way they do.
    Anyway, Stacey and Claudia ate a quick breakfast ù they were both kind of nervous ù and then waited for the rest of us club members to show up.
    ôYou girls eat like hawks,ö said Mimi, while they waited.
    ôShe means æbirds,Æ ô Claudia whispered to Stacey.
    Stacey nodded.
    ôWhat happen today?ö Mimi wanted to know.
    Claud and the rest of the Kishis had only explained this to Mimi about a million times already, but Claudia tried again.
    She was halfway finished when the bell rang. Stacey ran for the door. She opened it and found ù me!
    ôHi!ö I cried.
    ôHi!ö replied Stacey. (We were both a little too excited.) ôYouÆre the first one . . . oh, but here come Jessi and Mallory.ö
    We all arrived before eight oÆclock.
    ôWhat needs to be done?ö asked Stacey nervously.
    ôDivide up the group tags,ö I answered.
    We had decided that we would color-code our groups. My group was red, Mary AnneÆs was yellow, JessiÆs was green, and so on. It would help the kids to know who they were supposed to be with. It isnÆt a very good idea to let kids go out in public places wearing name tags, but we figured if, for instance, I was wearing a red tag around my neck, and so were Karen, Andrew, and Shea, at least theyÆd know the four of us were supposed to stick together.
    So at our Wednesday club meeting that week, weÆd cut twenty-eight circles out of construction paper and strung them on yarn. They looked like large necklaces. Now we each put one on.
    Stacey and I looked at ourselves in a bathroom mirror.
ôRavishing,ö said Stacey. I giggled.
ôKristy?ö Mal called. ôClaud wants you.ö
ôOkay!ö I replied.
    Stacey and I ran downstairs and found the rest of the club members in the kitchen with Mr. Kishi and Mimi.
    ôCould you just tell Dad about the lunches again?ö Claudia asked me.
    ôOh, sure,ö I said. ôAll the kids are bringing bag lunches. WeÆre going to leave the lunches here ù if itÆs still okay with you ù and then, if you donÆt mind, could you drive them to Cane Playground at twelve-thirty? WeÆll meet you there. That way, we wonÆt have to carry the lunches around the carnival all morning. Is that okay with you? WeÆd really appreciate it.ö
    Mr. Kishi smiled. ôItÆs still just fine. Mimi is going to help me.ö
    But all Mimi said then was, ôIÆve got to get that box over to the planet.ö She was gazing out the window.
    Ordinarily, any one of us club members might have burst into tears then. We were frustrated by not understanding how MimiÆs mind was working these days. We wanted badly to understand.
    But the doorbell rang.
    ôSomeoneÆs here!ö cried Stacey, leaping to her feet. ôThe first kid is here!ö
    All seven of us sitters raced for the KishisÆ front door.
    Not one but six kids were crowded onto the stoop with their fathers: Jackie, Shea, and Archie with Mr. Rodowsky, Mynah and Gabbie with Mr. Perkins, and Jamie with Mr. Newton.
    ôHi, you guys!ö we greeted them.
    Us baby-sitters stepped outside with the color tags, and the fathers left after kisses and hugs and good-byes. We thought the kids would feel more comfortable in the yard, where they could run around.
    I was about to explain the tags to them when Jamie shrieked, ôStacey!ö He ran to her and threw his arms around her legs. ôYou came back!ö
    ôJust for a visit,ö she told him. ôBoy, am I glad to see you! I think youÆve grown another foot.ö
    Jamie looked down. ôNah. IÆve still got just two,ö he replied, but he was smiling.
    ôOkay,ö I said loudly, clapping my hands. ôI have something special for each of you to wear today.ö I handed out the tags (Shea Rodowsky said he felt like a gi-irl) and then ù Becca Ramsey and Charlotte Johanssen arrived.
    They were wearing plastic charm bracelets
and were so busy comparing the charms that Charlotte didnÆt see Stacey.
    Finally, as Mr. Ramsey was leaving, Stacey stepped up behind Char and tapped her on the shoulder. ôExcuse me,ö she said. ôCan you tell me where I could find a Charlotte Johanssen?ö
    ôIÆm ùô Charlotte started to say. She turned around. She looked up. Her eyes began to widen. They grew and grew and grew. ôStacey!ö she managed to say, gasping.
    Becca grinned. She was in on the surprise.
    ôIÆm back for the weekend,ö said Stacey in a wavery voice. Then she knelt down, held her arms open, and Charlotte practically dove into them. Stacey held Charlotte for a long time.
    ôYuck,ö said David Michael, who was watching. He and Karen and Andrew had just arrived.
    ôOkay, kiddo,ö I heard Watson say to! ~idrew. ôSee you this afternoon. Have a great time at the carnival. I know youÆll have fun with Kristy and Karen and David Michael.ö
    Well, even with me there, Andrew was the first of our criers. The next crier was Suzi Barrett. She looked pretty confused as Mr. Pike dropped her off along with her brother and four of the Pike kids. Then Jenny Prezzioso
began to wail. And finally Archie Rodowsky tuned up, even though heÆd been fine before.
    ôOh, boy,ö said Stacey.
    Two of us took the criers aside and tried to quiet them. They had just calmed down (after all, they knew who we were, where they were, and where they were going), when Mr. Braddock brought Matt and Haley by.
    Darn old Jenny Prezzioso let out a squawk. ôIs he coming?ö she exclaimed, pointing to Matt.
    Mr. Braddock was leaving ù so Haley made a beeline for Jenny.
    ôYou wanna make something of it?ö she asked fiercely. ôYou got a problem with that?ö (Haley is a really nice kid, but she is superprotective of her brother.)
    ôNo,ö said Jenny in a small voice. To her credit, she did not start to cry again.
    ôKristy,ö said Stacey, ôintroduce me to Haley and Matt, okay? Oh, and to Becca. I donÆt know JessiÆs sister.ö
    I nodded. Then I spoke to Jessi. Jessi and Haley introduced Matt to Stacey, using sign language. Then Jessi introduced Becca to her.
    ôI think,ö I said, ôthat you know everyone else, Stace. ItÆs pretty much the same crowd.ö
    ôJust older,ö she replied. She smiled ruefully.
    ôWell, letÆs get this show on the road!ö I said brightly. ôAre you kids ready for the carnival?ö
    ôYes!ö
    ôAre you wearing your tags?ö
    ôYes!ö
    ôHave you been to the bathroom?ö
    ôYes.ö . . . ôNo.ö . . . ôI have to go again.ö
    ôMe too.ö . . . ôI went at home.ö . . . ôI donÆt wanna go.ö
    It took nearly a half an hour for everyone to use the bathroom. When we were ready, we set out for SudsyÆs Carnival.
Chapter 11.
"WeÆre really, really going to the carnival!ö exclaimed Jamie Newton, as my friends and I led the twenty-one kids along the sidewalks of Stoneybrook. ôOh, give me a comb,ö he sang.
    I looked around and smiled. The groups were staying together. (So far.) And oddly enough, my funny little group was working out nicely. Because Andrew had cried earlier, Shea was very protective of him. And Karen seemed to have a crush on Shea. She hung onto every word he said, and gazed at him as if he were a superhero. Shea was playing the part of their big brother.
    From the other children around me came excited comments:
    ôIÆm going to ride the ferris wheel!ö
    ôOh, I hope thereÆs a roller coaster!ö
    ôIÆm going to win a teddy bear for my sister.ö (That was Jamie.)
    ôI wonder what a sideshow is.ö
    ôIs there really such a thing as a bearded
lady?ö
    ôMy daddy told me there used to be a circus man named P.T. Barnum, who said thereÆs a sucker born every minute.ö
    ôWhatÆs that mean?ö
    A shrug. ôDonÆt know. . . I hope thereÆs cotton candy.ö
    At that point, Stacey turned to me and said, ôHow are we going to pay for all this? The kids want rides and food and tickets to the sideshow. I donÆt blame them. I would, too, if I were their age, but. . . this morning is going to be expensive.ö
    ôDonÆt worry,ö I told her. ôFirst of all, we decided no food at the carnival. We want the kids to eat their own lunches later. Second, we found out how much most of the rides and attractions at SudsyÆs will cost and realized that we have enough money for each kid to do three things. And third,ö (I grinned) ôevery single kid came with extra money ù either part of his allowance, or a little something from one of his parents, so we donÆt have to ùô
    ôTHERE IT IS!ö
    The shriek came from Jamie, who was at the head of the line with Claudia and the Perkins girls. We had rounded a corner, and in the huge parking lot behind Cane Playground was
SudsyÆs Carnival. It spread out before us, a wonderful, confusing mess of rides and booths, colors and smells, people, and even a few animals.
    The kids looked overwhelmed, so we walked in slowly, trying to see everything at once. There were a ferris wheel, a merry-go-round, a whip ride, a train, a funhouse, and a spookhouse. At the midway were a penny pitch, a ring toss, a horserace game, a shooting gallery, and a fish pond for the littlest kids. The sideshow tent was set up at one end of the parking lot, and wandering among the crowds were a man selling oranges with candy straws in them, an organ-grinder with a monkey, and ù JamieÆs precious clown selling balloons.
    ôOh, my gosh,ö whispered Shea Rodowsky, taking it all in.
    Even he was impressed. I took that as a good sign.
    Impressive as it was, though, the carnival wasnÆt all that big. I mean, it was just set up in a parking lot. Still, there was plenty to see and do. Us sitters wondered where to start.
    The kids solved the problem for us. Karen had spotted the spook house
    ôPlease, please, please can we go in that haunted house?ö she begged.
    I hesitated. Would it be too scary? I glanced at my friends and they just shrugged.
    What the heck? I thought. How bad could it be?
    Sixteen of the kids wanted to walk through the haunted house. (Andrew, Archie Rodowsky, Suzi Barrett, and Gabbie Perkins were too young, and prissy Jenny announced that the house would probably be filthy dirty.) So Mary Anne stayed outside with them (she looked relieved), and the rest of us paid for our tickets and filed into the house.
    ôWhere are the cars?ö asked Karen. ôWhat do we ride in?ö
    Not long ago, we had been to Disney World in Florida. We went on this incredible ride through a haunted mansion.
    But that was Disney World, this was SudsyÆs.
    ôYou just walk through this house, Karen,ö 1 told her.
    Karen looked disappointed, until we turned the first dark corner ù and a ghost suddenly lit up before us. Shea, Buddy Barrett, Nicky Pike, and David Michael burst out laughing. A few kids gasped. Karen shrieked.
    ôItÆs all right,ö I told her, taking her hand.
    We passed through the Death Chamber. ôCobwebsö swept over our faces. ôThunderö
roared overhead. And a very realistic-looking bolt of lightning zigzagged to the floor with a crackle and a crash.
    ôLet me out!ö cried Karen, as a headless ghost floated by. ôLet me out!ö
    ôKaren, I canÆt. WeÆre in the middle of the spook house. We have to keep going. ThereÆs no other way out.ö
    ôOh, yes there is,ö said an eerie voice. I almost screamed myself before I realized that the voice sounded weird because it was coming from behind a mask.
    ôI work here,ö said a person dressed as a mummy. ôThere are exits all over the place. I can let you out if you want.ö
    ôKaren?ö I asked.
    ôYes, please,ö she replied, shivering. I tapped Claudia, who happened to be standing right behind me, and told her that Karen and I were leaving. ôThe rest of you will have to watch the kids. Karen and I will meet you at that bench near Mary Anne.ö
    ôNo problem,ö replied Claudia. The groups were all mixed up, but it didnÆt seem to matter.
    The mummy discreetly opened a door in a pitch-black wall, and Karen and I followed him into the bright sunshine.
    ôWhew,ö said Karen.
    The mummy removed his mask. He was a
she.
    ôThank you so much,ö I said. ôI guess we were a little panicky.ö I was trying not to lay all the blame on Karen.
    Karen looked at her feet in embarrassment anyway.
    The mummy smiled. ôMy nameÆs Barbara,ö she said. ôAnd donÆt feel bad. At least once a day, someone needs to use one of the special exit doors.ö She knelt in front of Karen. ôIÆll tell you some secrets,ö she said.
    Tell Karen secrets? That was like telling secrets to the National Broadcasting Company.
    ôIÆll tell you how they do the special effects,ö Barbara went on, ôbut you have to promise never to reveal the secrets.ö
    Oh, brother, I thought. All of Stoneybrook would know within a week.
    By the time we reached Mary Anne, the other kids were emerging from the haunted house. They were excited, and so was Karen, who was bursting with her precious knowledge.
    ôRides! Rides! LetÆs go on rides!ö chanted Vanessa Pike.
    The chant was taken up by the other kids, so we set out across the parking lot. Before we were halfway there we were stopped by ù
    ôThe balloon-seller!ö exclaimed Jamie.
    Only he turned out to be a balloon-giver. The clown handed a free SudsyÆs Carnival helium balloon to each kid. Then he walked away.
    ôWhat a nice man,ö said Suzi Barrett. Us sitters began tying the balloons to the kidsÆ wrists and our own. Just before Mallory could tackle Jackie RodowskyÆs, it slipped out of his hand and floated away.
    ôOh, Jackie,ö cried Mallory in dismay, even though he is our walking disaster. We know to expect these things.
    But Jackie didnÆt look the least bit upset.
ôMy balloon is on its way to the moon, you know,ö he said. ôThatÆs where these things go.ö He indicated the colorful garden of helium balloons around him.
    ôThey go to the moon?ö repeated Nina Marshall.
    In a flash, the kids were slipping the balloons off their wrists.
    ôMy balloon is going to the moon, too,ö said Claire Pike.
    ôYeah,ö agreed Mynah Perkins.
    ôNot mine,ö said Jamie firmly. ôMine is for Lucy.ö He held out his wrist so Claudia could tie his balloon to it securely.
    Balloonless (or almost balloonless) we reached
the rides. Suddenly, my friends and I could hear nothing but, ôIÆm going on the whip,ö or, ôI hope we get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel,ö or, ôLook, Gabbie, a train.ö
    I smiled. I kept smiling until I heard a voice say, ôPlease let me go on the whip with you, Nicky.ö
ôNo way,ö he replied.
    ôNo way is right, Margo.ö I looked around for Mallory. ôMal,ö I said urgently, running over to her and her purple group, ôMargo wants to go on the whip.ö
ôNo. Oh, no.ö
    Margo is famous for her motion sickness. She gets airsick, carsick, seasick, you name it. So you can see why the whip was not a good idea.
    Mallory ran to her sister. ôMango,ö she said in a no-nonsense voice, ôyou canÆt go on any rides.ö
    MargoÆs face puckered up. ôBut everyone else is going on something. Even the little kids are going to ride on the train.ö
    The train was pretty lame. All it did was travel slowly around a track in a circle. The kids sat in the cars and rang bells.
    ôHey,ö said Mallory, ôyou could go on the train, Mango. That wouldnÆt make you sick. At least, I donÆt think so.ö
    ôThe train is for babies!ö cried Margo, looking offended.
    Mallory and her sister watched the rest of us kids and sitters line up for the rides weÆd chosen. At last Mal said, ôWe-eli. . . maybe you could ride the merry-go-round, Margo. You can sit on one of those fancy benches. I donÆt want you on a horse that goes up and down.ö
    ôAll right,ö agreed Margo, brightening.
    Mallory accompanied her sister on the carousel. They sat on a red-and-gold bench. The music started. The ride began. It went faster and faster until ù ôMallory,ö said Mango suddenly, ôIÆm dizzy. I donÆt feel too good.ö
    The words were barely out of her mouth before MangoÆs breakfast was all over the floor of the merry-go-round.
    The SudsyÆs people were not too happy. Neither was Stacey, who had seen the whole thing and canÆt stand the sight of barf.
    It was time for quieter activities. We left the rides. Some of the kids played games and won prizes. Jamie tried desperately to win a teddy bear for Lucy, but all he could get was a squirt gun.
    The younger kids had their faces made up.
    Mallory and Margo sat in the first-aid tent.
    JessiÆs group peeked into the sideshow tent and decided it looked like a rip-off.
    By 12:15, half of the kids were begging for cotton candy and popcorn, so we left SudsyÆs. It was on to Cane Playground for lunch.
Chapter 12.
"But. . . but. . . box is not at planet. No, I mean is at planet, but where are my forks? And TV people. I try to watch Wheel of Fortune, and TV people are bother me. Will not leave alone.ö
    I glanced at Claudia. My friends and I and the children had just reached Carle Playground, and there were Mr. Kishi, Mimi, and our lunches.
    And as you must have guessed by now, Mimi was having some trouble again. I think it was because she wasnÆt quite sure why she was at a playground with her son-in-law, her granddaughter, her granddaughterÆs friends, twenty-one children, and twenty-eight lunches. It could confuse anybody.
    I gave Mimi a kiss and told her not to worry about the TV people.
    Mimi flashed me an odd look. ôTV people? What TV people? We have lunch to hand out.
Better begin. Big job. Where is my Claudia?ö Mimi fades in and out.
    I located Claudia. Then Mr. Kishi, Mimi, and my friends and I handed out the lunches. Very reluctantly, I put MangoÆs in her hands.
    ôHow are you feeling?ö I asked her, as she climbed onto a bench between her sisters.
    ôHungry?ö she replied, as if she didnÆt expect me to believe her.
    ôReally?ö
    ôHonest.ö
    ôOkay,ö I said doubtfully. ôBut eat very, very slowly.ö
    Mango nodded seriously. ôI will.ö
    Mr. Kishi and Mimi slid into the car then and drove back to their house.
    The twenty-eight of us sat down and began eating night away. (We were starving.) We took up three entire picnic tables. I looked at my ned group. Andrew, with a purple juice mustache, was munching away at his tuna-fish sandwich. Shea, a doughnut in one hand and an apple in the other, was watching Andrew fondly.
    ôI bet youÆre going to eat that whole sandwich, arenÆt you?ö he said to Andrew. ôThatÆs really great. If you do, you might get muscles as big as PopeyeÆs.ö
    And Karen was just gazing adoringly at Shea.
At one point she said, ôYou know how they
ù ôbut she clapped her hand over her mouth. I knew she had almost given away one of the secrets she learned at the spook house. IÆm sure she thought it would be a really terrific ôgiftö for Shea.
    Up and down my table and even at the other tables, I could hear various comments and see various kinds of eating going on. For example:
    Jenny Prezzioso is a slow, picky eater. She ate almost everything that was in her bag, but she did it in her own way. First she nibbled the crusts off of her sandwiches. ôOkay. All tidy,ö she said to herself. Then she ate the insides of the sandwiches in rows. When she had two strips left, one from each sandwich half, she began playing with them. (I think she was getting full.) She played with them until they were dirty and had to be thrown out.
    Jackie Rodowsky, our lovable walking disaster, dropped everything at least once. He was like a cartoon character. Accidentally (itÆs always an accident with Jackie), he flipped his fork to the ground. As he picked it up, he knocked his orange off the paper plate it was resting on. He returned the orange, knocked the fork off again, picked it up, spilled his Coke, and while trying to mop up the Coke in
his lap, knocked his fork to the ground again. Mary Anne, sitting across the table from
him, nearly turned purple trying not to laugh. Another kid I liked to watch was Buddy
Barrett. He was the last person on earth I would have expected to be picky ù but he was picky. He examined nearly every bite before putting it in his mouth.
    ôThis has,ö he said, frowning, ôa black speck. Look, right there.ö He leaned across the table to show it to Nicky Pike.
    ôSo pick it off,ö said Nicky, who would probably eat something that had been rolling around in a mud puddle.
    Buddy picked it off and gingerly ate the rest of the bite of sandwich.
    Then there were Mynah and Gabbie, who were nibbling their sandwiches into shapes ù a bunny, a cat face, a snowman, and a dinosaur.
    Shea ate everything practically without chewing it. He just wolfed things down ù an apple, a sandwich, a bag of Fritos. He finished his entire lunch before Margo Pike ate a quarter of her sandwich.
    ôMango?ö asked Mallory. ôAre you feeling okay?ö
    Margo nodded. ôIÆm just eating slowly. Kristy said to.ö
    I glanced at Mallory and shrugged. I hadnÆt
meant for Margo to eat like a snail, but I guessed it couldnÆt hurt an upset stomach.
    Fwwwt. Nicky Pike blew a straw paper at Matt Braddock. Matt grinned, grabbed a straw from his sister, blew the paper at Nicky, then returned the opened straw to Haley.
    Haley signed, ôVery funny,ö to Matt.
    Matt signed back, ôI know.ö
    Suddenly from the end of one table, I heard the beginnings of a song that I knew could lead to trouble ù the hysterical kind of trouble in which a kid may laugh so hard he wonÆt be able to finish his lunch. Or worse, heÆll lose his lunch.
    David Michael, my own brother, was singing. (I should have known.)
    ôThe Addams Family started,ö he began.
    Andrew giggled, knowing what was coming.
    ôWhen Uncle Fester farted.ö
    Shea Rodowsky choked on his Twinkie, then laughed. And Haley Braddock laughed so hard she sprayed apple juice out of her nose.
    ôOh, lord,ö said Claudia, looking at Haley. ôWhat a mess.ö
    We cleaned up Haley and her apple juice. Then we cleaned up straw papers and napkins and plastic forks.
    ôIf you guys are done,ö I announced to the kids, ôplease put your thermoses and things
back in your bags or lunch boxes. Anyone whoÆs finished can go play. Quietly, since you just ate.ö
    A sea of kids rose from the picnic tables. The only one left was Margo Pike. She was now eating the second quarter of her sandwich.
    Stacey looked at her oddly. But before she could say a word, Mango said, ôIÆm eating slowly, okay?ö She acted as if sheÆd been asked that question seventy-five times.
    So while Margo ate, the rest of the kids explored the playground.
    ôLook! Horsies!ö Nina Marshall called to Gabbie Perkins and Jamie Newton. She had found three of those horses on springs. They were painted like the horses weÆd seen on the merry-go-round at the carnival.
    ôGo easy!ö Claudia called to them.
    The older boys found a much better activity. Shea started it. Our groups were completely mixed up again (which was okay, since everyone seemed to be getting along) and Shea, Jackie, David Michael, Buddy, Nicky, and Matt were gathered around two water fountains that were facing each other.
    ôHey!ö said Shea. ôLook!ö He turned the water on, then held his thumb over the stream of water, which sent it in an arc to the other fountain.
    ôCool!ö cried Nicky. He tried the trick with the second fountain and sent the water to the first one.
    ôOh, I am so thirsty,ö signed Buddy to Matt. He stood by one fountain, opened his mouth, and Matt, catching on, sent a stream of water from the other fountain right into BuddyÆs mouth.
    ôWhoa, do I ever have an idea,ö said Nicky. ôBut I have to go get Claire. IÆll be right back.ö Nicky went in search of his littlest sister.
    He found Margo at the picnic table. ôWhat are you doing?ö he asked her.
    ôStill eating,ö she replied with clenched teeth. She took a teensy bite out of a plum.
    ôWell, whereÆs Claire?ö
    Mango pointed to the slide, where Claire was whooshing down headfirst on her tummy. She stopped at the end and leapt to her feet like a gymnast.
    ôHey, Claire! Come here!ö called Nicky.
    ôWhy?ö asked Claire warily.
    ôJust come.ö
    Claire followed him reluctantly to the water fountains.
    ôStand here,ö Nicky directed her.
    Claire stood between the fountains.
    Nicky poised himself at one fountain. Buddy was at the other.
    ôNow!ö cried Nicky.
    Claire was hit by streams of cold water on both sides of her face.
    Jessi went running to the water fountains. ôNicky! Buddy!ö she began.
    But before she could get any further, Claire burst out laughing. Water soaked her hair and dripped down her face, but she giggled and exclaimed, ôDo it again!ö
    The boys, sure they were in trouble, looked at Jessi.
    ôOnce,ö said Jessi. ôYou may do it once more. Then leave the water fountains alone.ö
    The boys sprayed Claire, and she practically fainted from laughter. Jessi smiled but ushered everyone away.
    Margo sat at the table, putting crumb-sized bites of graham cracker in hen mouth.
Nina, Gabbie, and Jamie rocked on the horses. By the swings, a small group of kids was
gathering. Karen was at the center of them. They were very quiet ù except for Karen. I glanced at Dawn. ôI better see what KarenÆs up to,ö I said.
    I crept toward the group until I could hear Karen say, ôAnd they use masks to make the awful ùô
    Karen looked up and saw me. I raised my eyebrows at her.
    ôTo ù to, um, make the . . . Oh, it isnÆt impor ù My gosh, look at that!ö she exclaimed.
    Eight faces turned to see a robin sitting in an ash tree.
    ôBig deal,ö said David Michael. ôIÆve seen a thousand robins,ö added Haley Braddock.
    ôYeah!ö called Margo, still at the picnic table. She took a tiny bite out of her plum, most of which was still uneaten.
    ôBoy, are you a slowpoke,ö said Jenny, running to Margo.
    ôShe is not!ö cried Claire, rushing to defend her sister. ôShe was sick.ö
    ôSheÆs still slow.ö
    ôIs not!ö
    ôIs too!ö
    Claire rushed at Jenny, but Mary Anne ran between them, just in time to ward off a fight.
    At that moment, Andrew tripped, fell, and skinned both knees. He burst into tears.
    ôYou guys!ö I said to the other sitters. ôI think itÆs time to go to ClaudiaÆs. We all need a rest.ö
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    Us baby-sitters helped the kids collect their things ù lunch boxes and thermoses, plus souvenirs from the carnival. Jamie tucked his squirt gun into his lunch box. Suzi was wearing a hat that made her look like the Statue of Liberty. Mynah was wearing a plastic necklace, and Gabbie was wearing a red bracelet that said SudsyÆs on it.
    ôWAHHH!ö cried Andrew as we walked away from the playgound. WeÆd washed his knees at the water fountain, using clean napkins, but they did look a little painful.
    ôWe can get some Band-Aids at ClaudiaÆs,ö Mallory said to me.
    Andrew wasnÆt the only one crying.
    ôWAHHH!ö wailed Jenny and Claire.
    ôKeep them apart,ö Mallory whispered to Mary Anne. ôIÆm not kidding. They get along okay most of the time, but when theyÆre mad, well, . .
    I almost expected Mal to say, ôItÆs not a pretty sight.ö
    Anyway, poor Mary Anne had her hands full between trying to separate Claire and Jenny, and keeping her eye on Margo and her touchy stomach.
    Mallory saved the day, though. WeÆd just reached the edge of the playground and our criers were still crying. Jamie was starting to get mad about not having won a teddy bear for Lucy (even though he had a balloon for her), and Nicky and Buddy were walking behind Vanessa, trying to see if they could touch her hair without her noticing.
    Trouble was brewing.
    So suddenly Mallory let loose with, ôThe ants go marching one by one ùô
    ôHurrah! Hurrah!ö chimed in Nicky and MalÆs sisters.
    ôThe ants go marching one by one ùô
    ôHurrah! Hurrah!ö
    ôThe ants go marching one by one,ö sang Mal, ôthe little one stops to suck his thumb, and they all go marching down . . . beneath . . . the earth.ö
    Most of the kids were looking at the Pikes with interest. The criers had stopped crying. The complainers had stopped complaining. The teasers had stopped teasing.
    So the song continued. The kids didnÆt know it, but they chimed in when they could. They always had to stop singing to find out what the little one did, though. (Two by two, he has to stop to tie his shoe. Three by three, he falls and skins his knee.) The song occupied the kids all the way to ClaudiaÆs house, by which time we were pretty glad to hear it end. Mallory knew only twelve verses, and we heard each of them a number of times.
    ôJust be glad it wasnÆt æNinety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall,Æö said Stacey, looking pale.
    ôShh!ö I hissed. ôOne of the kids might hear you.ö
    At ClaudiaÆs, us sitters went into action.
    I took Andrew into the KishisÆ bathroom, washed his knees again, put some first aid cream on them, and then applied a fat BandAid to each one. Andrew liked the Band-Aids a lot.
    ôI feel better already!ö he announced.
    By the time we were outside again, things were going so smoothly I was amazed. The
kids ù all of them ù were gathered under a tree with Mallory, Stacey, and Jessi, who were singing with them while the rest of us sitters got organized.
    I kept hearing snatches of song, most of them sung by Mallory.
    I heard: ôIÆve got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence. IÆve got six pence to last me all my life . .
    Then I heard: ôOh, we ainÆt got a barrel of money. Maybe weÆre ragged and funny. .
    And then: ôWonÆt you come home, Bill Bailey? WonÆt you come home?ö
    (Where does Mal learn all this stuff?)
    Finally I heard Jessi and Stacey teach the kids a round: ôHeigh-ho, nobody at home. Meat nor drink nor money have I none. Yet will I be mee-e-e-erry. Heigh-ho, nobody at home.ö
    The round sort of got lost because the kids were saying things like, ôHeigh-ho, no oneÆs at my house.ö But you could get the gist of it.
    Anyway, while the kids were singing, Dawn, the worldÆs most organized person, took their bags, thermoses, lunch boxes, prizes, and extra sweaters, and organized them under a tree. When the fathers arrived to pick up their kids, nothing would be missing or hard to locate. Meanwhile, Claudia had found her art materials and was setting them out on the KishisÆ
picnic tables. And Mary Anne had found the stack of books weÆd borrowed from the library.
    ôOkay!ö I called as another round of ôHeighHoö came to an end. ôWho wants to make a MotherÆs Day card?ö
    ôMe!ö cried all twenty-one kids.
    ôGreat,ö I replied. ôEveryone will get a turn, but half of you will read stories with Mallory and Jessi and me first. Then weÆll switch.ö
    Well, that was not the way to present things, because all the kids wanted to go first, but at last we got the problem sorted out. Live and learn.
    Mal and I read Where the Wild Things Are and One Morning in Maine and The Cat in the Hat to the younger children, while Jessi read if 1 Ran the Circus and a chapter from a Paddington book to the older kids.
    Then it was time for the children to trade places. The ones who had just made cards brought them over to Mal and Jessi and me. They were very proud of them.
    ôLook,ö said Claire. ôLook at my card.ö
    I looked. It said, ôHAPY MOTHÆS DAY LOVE CLAIRE.ö
    Shea held his out shyly. On the front was written, ôDear Mom, you are . . . ôand inside was written:
    JackieÆs was covered with smudges and drops of glue, with splotches and mistakes. It read:
ôDaer Mom, I love you. Love, Your sun, Jackie Rod owsky.ö
    ôBeautiful, Jackie,ö I told him, and he beamed. The stories began again. The card-making began again. And before we knew it, Mynah Perkins was calling, ôHey, thereÆs Daddy!ö
    And there he was. He was followed by Mr. Pike and Mr. Prezzioso. The kids started to gather their things. The littlest ones ran to
their fathers and threw their arms around them.
    Our day was over. The MotherÆs Day surprise was over. I felt sort of sad. But glad, too, because it had gone so well. I listened to the kids chattering away: ôDaddy! I went on a ride. LetÆs tell Mommy!ö said Jenny. And, ôI have to tell Mommy about the balloon man,ö said Jamie. And, ôWe found the neatest water fountains,ö exclaimed Nicky. And, ôDaddy, I threw up on the merry-go-round,ö said youknow-who.
    ôOh,ö replied Mr. Pike, ôMommy will love to hear that.ö
Chapter 14.
"Well?" I said.
    ôWell what?ö replied Claudia.
    The children were gone. Except for Andrew, Karen, and David Michael. They and I were at the KishisÆ waiting for Charlie to pick us up and take us home. The rest of the sitters were still at ClaudÆs, too. We had cleaned up every last crayon and shred of paper, but we just couldnÆt bear to part. So while my little sister and brothers sat under a tree and looked at the library books, the members of the Babysitters Club lolled around on the KishisÆ porch.
    ôWell what?ö said Claudia again.
    ôWell, what did everyone decide about MotherÆs Day presents?ö I asked, not daring even to glance at Mary Anne. ôWas the MotherÆs Day surprise good enough?ö
    ôIÆll say,ö said Mal. ôIt turned out better than IÆd hoped. I bet it was the best MotherÆs
Day present Mom ever got. Especially when Dad pitched in.ö
    ôDitto,ö said Jessi.
    ôDitto,ö I said. ôMom got to spend the day alone with Watson, since Sam and Charlie went to school to help at a car wash to raise money for the football team.ö
    ôAnd our homemade presents are finished,ö announced Dawn.
    ôWell, they are, except for mine,ö said Stacey. ôBut ClaudiaÆs helping me, so IÆll be done tonight.ö
    ôWhat did you make?ö I asked.
    Claudia, Stacey, and Dawn exchanged grins. ôPersonalized pins,ö replied Claud. ôMy idea,ö she added proudly.
    ôTheyÆre more like brooches, though,ö said Stace.
    ôWhat do you mean, personalized pins?ö asked Jessi.
    ôSee,ö said Claud, ôwe went to the miniatures store and bought things that are meaningful to our mothers. . . . Well, I had to get StaceyÆs things for her since she wasnÆt here.ö
    ôYeah,ö agreed Stacey, ôand she did a good job. Like, my mom can sew, and she likes to travel and read, and she likes dogs even though we donÆt have one. So Claudia bought a tiny
airplane, book, thimble, pair of scissors, and dog.ö
    ôAnd then,ö Dawn continued, ôwe mixed up the little charms with glass beads and colored flowers, and we glued everything to a metal piece with a pin attached ùô
    ôYou can get those things at the crafts store,ö added Claudia.
    ôù and, ta-dah! A brooch. Each one different. Just for our mothers.ö
    ôGreat idea!ö I exclaimed.
    ôI, um, made a decision. I mean about MotherÆs Day,ö said Mary Anne.
    Six heads swiveled toward her.
    ôIÆm giving my father a MotherÆs Day present. HeÆs been a good father and a good mother to me, or at least heÆs tried to be, and I want to let him know it.ö
    ôMary Anne! ThatÆs great!ö I cried. ôWe never thought of giving your dad a MotherÆs Day present.ö
    The others were smiling, so Mary Anne began to smile, too. ôYou donÆt think itÆs corny?ö she asked.
    ôNo way!ö exclaimed Mallory.
ôWhat did you get him?ö asked Jessi
    ôA book. ItÆs not very original, but itÆs hard to know what to get men. And I have to give
him stuff on his birthday and Christmas and of course FatherÆs Day, too. So I canÆt always be original. Anyway, I know he wants this book.ö
    Beep, beep!
    Charlie had pulled into the KishisÆ driveway. Sam was next to him in the front seat. The car was sparkling clean. I figured theyÆd taken it through the car wash. Mom and Watson would be happy. The money had gone to a good cause, and the station wagon was clean.
    ôCome on, you guys!ö I called to Andrew, David Michael, and Karen.
    I said good-bye to my friends. Then my sister and brothers and I squished into the backseat, and Charlie drove home.
    The six of us entered our house (okay, our mansion), bursting with news and stories. But~ we stopped in our tracks when we reached the living room. No kidding. We came to a dead halt.
    There were Mom and Watson standing next to each other, very formally, their arms linked. They looked nervous, happy, and surprised all at the same time.
    Karen and my brothers and I glanced from our parents to each other, then back to our parents. Not one of us said a word.
    After a few moments, Watson cleared his
throat. Then Mom cleared her throat. Mom ~v~s the one who finally spoke.
    ôWatson and I have some wonderful news,ö she said. ôWe just heard it this afternoon. LetÆs sit down.ö
    So we did. I sat on the floor, leaning against a couch. Andrew sat in my lap. Karen sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. My brothers lined up on the couch behind us. We knew this was good news ù but not like weÆd just bought another VCR or something. This sounded like life-changing news.
    (I was pretty sure Mom was finally pregnant.)
    ôHey, Mom, are you pregnant?ö asked Sam for the four-thousandth time.
    ôNo,ö she replied, ôbut weÆve adopted a child.ö
    Adopted a child! Well, that was a different story!
    ôYouÆve what?ö cried Charlie.
    ôWeÆve adopted a little girl,ö said Watson. ôSheÆs two years old, sheÆs Vietnamese, and her name will be Emily Michelle Thomas Brewer.ö
    ôWeÆll pick her up at the airport tomorrow,ö added Mom. ôAnd then sheÆll be ours.ö
    ôWe wanted to tell you about this before,ö said Watson. ôItÆs been in the works for so
long. But we didnÆt want to say a word until we knew something for sure. Things kept falling through. This is definite, though.ö
    Andrew stirred in my lap, and I knew he didnÆt really understand what was happening.
    ôSo,ö said my mother nervously, ôwhat does everybody think?ö
    What did we think? What did I think?
    ôI think . . .ô I said, ôI think this is totally fantastic!ö
    Suddenly I was so excited I could barely contain myself. A baby (sort of). But it wasnÆt MomÆs and WatsonÆs. Furthermore, I was getting another sister! IÆd always thought there werenÆt enough girls in my family. Before Mom married Watson, it was me against three brothers. After the wedding, it was Karen and me against four brothers. Emily Michelle Thomas Brewer would almost even things up.
    But it was more than that, of course. Even more than the stuff about Mom and Watson. I love kids. And we were adopting a two-yearold girl. She would be somebody to dress and play with. She would be somebody to teach things to. Things like, a family is just a group of people who love each other, whether theyÆre brothers and sisters and parents, or stepbrothers and stepsisters and stepparents. Or adopted kids.
    Sam and Charlie were as excited as I was. ôThis,ö said Sam, ôis really cool.ö He grinned. ôI canÆt wait to teach her how to play baseball,ö added Charlie.
    ôHey, thatÆll be my job!ö I cried. David Michael seemed less certain. ôDo twoyear-olds wear diapers?ö he wanted to know.
ôSome of them do,ö answered Mom. ôWell, IÆm not touching those Huggies things.
Dirty or clean. But I guess a little sister will be okay. I mean, IÆve already got one,ö he said, poking KarenÆs back with his toe. ôAnd she hasnÆt killed me yet.ö
    Karen turned around and stuck her tongue out at David Michael.
    ôKaren?ö said Watson. ôWhat about you?ö
    ôWhat about me?ö Karen knew what her father meant, but she was being difficult. After a pause she sighed and said, ôI thought I was your little girl.ö
    Watson looked thoughtful. ôYouÆre one of them. KnistyÆs my little girl, too.ö
    I didnÆt complain about being called a little girl. I knew that Watson was trying to make a point.
ôThink of it, Karen,ö I said. ôSheÆs only two.
Practically a baby. You can help her with things. YouÆll be her big sister. You can show her how to play with toys, you can teach her
to color, and you can dress her up. ItÆll be fun!ö
    Karen smiled, despite herself. ôYeah . . .ô she said slowly.
    ôAndrew?ö said Watson. ôWhat do you think?ö
    ôWhose baby is she?ö asked Andrew. ôWhy is she coming to our house? Did her mommy and daddy give her away?ö
    Oops. I guess we had some explaining to do.
    Watson took care of the explaining while Mom and the rest of us did other things.
    Boy, was there a lot to do. ôWe have to get a room ready for Emily,ö said Mom. And suddenly I remembered my mother talking about our spare bedrooms.
    ôA room!ö I said. ôWhat about clothes? What about toys?ö
    ôI think we have plenty of toys here for now,ö said Mom. ôWe can buy some things for a younger child later.ö
    ôWell, we donÆt have any clothes for twoyear-olds,ö I pointed out.
    ôSheÆll have a few things of her own, honey,ö Mom said patiently. ôIÆll buy her more on Monday. I think the room is the most important project to tackle now. She needs a place of her own from the beginning.ö
    ôWait a sec,ö I said. ôYouÆll buy her clothes on Monday? On Monday youÆll be at work. So will Watson. The rest of us will be in school. What are we going to do with Emily all day?ö
    Mom was bustling upstairs and I followed her. ôWatson and I are taking some time off from our jobs to be with Emily,ö she said. ôWeÆre going to find a nanny while weÆre at it.ö
    A nanny? Like Mary Poppins? Boy, were things changing. I wondered if a nanny would make my bed for me.
    We started in on EmilyÆs room, all eight of us. We chose a room that was near Mom and WatsonÆs. Some furniture was in it already, but it looked like an old ladyÆs room. We got toys and a crib out of the attic, and put some pictures on the wall. The room began to improve. A rocking chair helped. So did a white bookshelf and an old Mother Goose lamp.
    ôNot bad,ö I said. I still couldnÆt believe that the next day I would have a new sister.
    Andrew looked up at me. We were alone in the room while everyone else was in the basement, searching for a particular dresser. I was supposed to be arranging some of David MichaelÆs old picture books on the shelf.
ôIt is so bad,ö wailed Andrew, and he began to cry. His cry wasnÆt one of those Knisty131
I-skinned-my-knees-and-want-Band-Aids -thesize-of-dinosaur cries. It was a Kristy-IÆm-veryconfused-and-a-little-afraid cry.
    I knelt down and drew him to me. ôWhatever happens, you know,ö I told him, ôyouÆre still going to be our Andrew.ö
    That night, I called every single member of the Baby-sitters Club to tell them the news. I was so excited, I didnÆt know how I was going to wait until the next day for Emily to arrive. But making five phone calls helped pass the time. I would say to each of my friends, ôIÆm going to have a new sister!ö
    And whomever I was talking to would say, ôOh, your momÆs going to have a baby! ThatÆs great!ö
    And then I would tell my news. Each time I did, the person on the other end would have to shriek and scream for a few seconds. Then she would ask lots of questions. I was glad for that, because by the time I got into bed, I was exhausted and knew I would be able to sleep.
Chapter 15.
 .
I slept okay that night, but I was up at six oÆclock the next morning. I donÆt know the last time I voluntarily got up at that hour on a weekend. But who can sleep on the day her adopted sister is arriving? Not I.
    I tiptoed downstairs and found that I wasnÆt the first one awake. Mom and Watson were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. A high chair had been placed at one end of the table.
    ôMorning, Watson,ö I said. Then, ôHi, Mom. Happy MotherÆs Day!ö I kissed her cheek.
    ôThanks, honey.ö
    ôI wish I had a present for you, but you got your gift yesterday.ö
    ôOh, I know,ö replied Mom enthusiastically. ôAnd it was great.ö
    ôFunny,ö I said. ôWe called yesterdayÆs outing the MotherÆs Day surprise. But I think
Emily is the real MotherÆs Day surprise. At least she is to me.ö
    ôIn a way she is to us, too,ö spoke up Watson, as I slid into my chair with a glass of orange juice. ôWeÆve been trying to adopt for quite awhile. It takes time. We feel lucky to have Emily at last.ö
    ôMom? Watson?ö I asked. ôHow come you adopted? You could have had a kid of your own, couldnÆt you?ö
    ôYes,ö said my mother, ôwe could have. But IÆve already given birth to four children.ö
    ôAnd IÆve gottwo,ö added Watson.
    ôSo we decided not to create a seventh. We decided to find a child whoÆs already here but who needs a home. And when we went looking, we finally found Emily.ö
    I nodded. ôI like that. . . Boy, is it weird to see all this baby stuff.ö The high chair was at the table, a stroller was parked by the back door, and a car seat was waiting to be taken into the garage.
    Mom and Watson smiled, looking like proud new parents.
    They left for the airport around noon.
    When Sam, Charlie, and I told them we werenÆt going to leave the house ù we wanted to be here for the very first glimpse of Emily ù
us    kids were left in charge of each other. As soon as WatsonÆs car left the garage, I
looked at my sister and brothers. ôWhat are we going to do now?ö I asked them.
    We made about a thousand suggestions ù and turned them down. At last I said, ôI know what weÆre going to do. Well, I know what IÆm going to do.ö
    ôWhat?ö asked Sam and Charlie. ôInvite the Baby-sitters Club over.ö That would be great. Even Stacey could come. She wasnÆt leaving for New York until much later in the afternoon.
    ôOh, no, no. Please, no!ö moaned Sam. ôAll those girls?ö added David Michael. I made a face at him. ôYou know all those girls. You spent yesterday with them.ö
    ôI didnÆt,ö said Sam. ôI donÆt want them here.ö
    ôI thought you liked girls so much.ö
    ôI like the girls in my class. If you invite your friends over, itÆs going to be like a slumber party here.ö
    ôOh, it is not,ö I replied, reaching for the phone.
    ôBesides, whatÆs wrong with girls?ö asked Karen.
    My friends showed up within an hour. Each
time the doorbell rang, Sam and David Michael pretended to faint. But I have to admit that Sam was pretty impressed when Stacey immediately suggested a good project for the afternoon.
    ôWe should welcome Emily,ö she said. ôWe should bake her a cake or something.ö
    ôMake a sign,ö added Sam, brightening.
    ôHow about cookies instead of a cake?ö said Mal. ôSheÆs only two. She might like cookies better.ö
    ôOkay,ö I agreed.
    ôFrom scratch, or those slice-and-bake things?ö asked Charlie.
    ôScratch,ö I replied immediately. ôThatÆll take longer, and we want to fill up the whole afternoon. If we need any ingredients, you can run to the store.ö
    ôOh, thanks,ö said Charlie, but I could tell he didnÆt really mind, as long as he was here when Emily came home.
    ôHow come I donÆt get cookies?ö asked Andrew, clinging to my legs. ôDid anyone bake cookies for me when I was born?ö
    ôI donÆt know,ö I replied honestly. What I did know was that Andrew didnÆt really want answers to his questions. He wanted a hug. So I gave him one.
    It turned out that we had all the ingredients
for chocolate chip cookies. We also had paper, scissors, string, and crayons for making a WELCOME EMILY sign. We divided up the jobs. Stacey, Claudia, Mary Anne, Jessi, Sam, and David Michael covered the dining room table with newspaper and went to work on the sign. The rest of us began making a triple batch of cookies. Except for Andrew. He wandered back and forth between the projects, occasionally whining. He couldnÆt seem to settle down.
    I stood at the table next to Dawn, who was stirring the cookie batter. She was humming a vaguely familiar song under her breath.
    ôWhat is that song?ö asked Charlie.
    ôItÆs ù You know, it goes, æLucy in the sky-y with di-i-amondsÆ.ö
    ôOh,ö said, Charlie. ôThat old one.ö
    Dawn nodded. She continued singing it softly. ô. . . the girl with colitis goes by.ö
    ôWhat?ö I said.
    ôWhat?!ö cried Sam. He let out a guffaw.
    Dawn looked puzzled.
    ôItÆs æthe girl with kaleidoscope eyesÆ,ö he informed her.
    Dawn and I glanced at each other and shrugged.
    ôEither way itÆs a weird song,ö I said.
    We finished our cookies. The sign-makers finished their sign.
    ôDid someone make me a sign when I was born?ö asked Andrew.
    I hugged him again. Then I sat down and pulled him onto my lap. ôI will always love you,ö I whispered into his ear. ôNo matter what. Even if we adopt sixteen more kids, I will always love you because youÆre Andrew. And so will Karen and your daddy and my mom and David Michael and Sam and Charlie and everyone else.ö
    Andrew smiled a tiny smile. He looked relieved.
    ôWhere should we put the sign?ö asked Claudia.
    We ended up stringing it across the kitchen. (We were pretty sure Mom and Watson would bring Emily in through the door from the garage to the kitchen.)
    Then we piled the cookies into a neat mound on a platter and set the platter on the kitchen table.
    ôWell, now what?ö asked Sam.
    ôNow,ö I began. I paused. ôTheyÆre here! TheyÆre here!ö I screeched. ôI heard the car pull into the garage! I swear I did!ö
    ôOh, lord!ö cried Claudia.
    ôWhat should we do? What should we do?ö Mary Anne was wringing her hands.
    ôLetÆs stand under the sign,ö I suggested, ônext to the cookies.ö
    We posed ourselves ù the six Thomas and Brewer kids in the front, and my friends in the back, even though Mary Anne didnÆt show up because sheÆs short and was standing behind Charlie.
    We were ready. EmilyÆs first sight when she came into her new home, would be of her special sign, her welcome-home cookies, and her brothers and sisters and friends.
    The door opened. Mom came in first. Watson was behind her. He was carrying Emily Michelle Thomas Brewer in his arms.
    She was fast asleep.
    Mom looked at the sign and the cookies and then at Emily. I could tell she felt bad for us. But we didnÆt feel too bad. Emily would see everything later.
    Mom put her finger to her lips, and we all crowded silently around Emily. I knew we wanted to say things like, ôOoh, look!ö Or, ôSheÆs so cute!ö Or, ôI canÆt believe sheÆs my sister!ö But we just stared.
    EmilyÆs hair is dark and shiny. It falls across her forehead in bangs. Her skin is smooth, and her mouth and nose are tiny, like any two-year-oldÆs. I wished I could see her eyes.
You can tell a lot about a person by looking at her eyes.
    Emily Michelle. SheÆs my sister, and David MichaelÆs and SamÆs and CharlieÆs. SheÆs AndrewÆs and KarenÆs. SheÆs the one person in our family who isnÆt a Brewer or a Thomas. Her mother is Mom and her father is Watson, but she isnÆt their baby; if you know what I mean.
    SheÆs just ours. She belongs to Watson and Andrew and Karen, and she belongs to Mom and my brothers and me. She would bring us together. She would unite us. That was what Mom and WatsonÆs wedding was supposed to have done. But it hadnÆt exactly worked. Emily just might do the trick.
    Mom made motions to let us know that she and Watson were going to take Emily upstairs to her crib. I nodded. Charlie and I followed. The others stayed behind. They could see Emily later.
    Charlie and I stood in the doorway to EmilyÆs roon~. We watched Watson lay our new sister in her crib. We watched Mom take EmilyÆs shoes off, then cover her with a blanket. Emily stirred and made a soft, sleepy noise but didnÆt wake up.
    When Mom and Watson left, so did Charlie,
but I tiptoed over to EmilyÆs crib and looked down at her.
    Hello, there, I thought. You are a very special little girl. I guess you are lucky, too. You found a family. And we are lucky. We found you. Do you know how much we want you? No? Well, you will when youÆre older, because we will tell you.
    You have a lot of brothers, by the way. You have two sisters, as well. And a mom and a dad and a cat and a dog. Someday youÆll know all this.
    I tiptoed out of EmilyÆs room ù my new sisterÆs room. Emily, I decided, was the best MotherÆs Day present ever.
ANN M. MARTIN did a lot of baby-sitting when she was growing up in Princeton, New Jersey. Now her favorite baby-sitting charge is her cat, Mouse, who lives with her in her Manhattan apartment.
    Ann MartinÆs Apple Paperbacks are Bummer Summer, Inside Out, Stage Fright, Me and Katie (the Pest), and all the other books in the Babysitters Club series.
    She is a former editor of books for children, and was graduated from Smith College. She likes ice cream, the beach, and I Love Lucy; and she hates to cook.
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