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Stacy Henry wants to earn money for the Cul-de-sac Kids Club. But she can't get permission from Abby, the club president, who is out of town.The rest of the kids vote to go ahead with a yard sale. The friends make signs, and everyone brings old treasures for the big day. But one night, some of their treasures disappear!Is there a bandit in the neighborhood? Who is stealing from the Cul-de-sac Kids?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 août 1997
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441260789
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Backyard Bandit Mystery Copyright © 1996 Beverly Lewis
Cover illustration by Paul Turnbaugh Story illustrations by Janet Huntington
Ebook edition created 2012
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
eISBN 978-1-4412-6078-9
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
For Rochelle Glöege, my editor and friend. Happy Birthday!
I know a fine editor Rochelle, Her excellent work I must tell. She edits; she writes, Stays up late some nights. What a wonderful person, Rochelle. B. L.
CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Sever
Eight
Nine
Ten
About the Author
Other Books by Author
Back Cover

ONE
Stacy Henry couldn’t sleep.
Whew! Too hot.
She was supposed to be sleeping in the teeny-weeny attic. With a teeny-tiny window that didn’t open.
Stacy didn’t mind, because her grandparents were visiting. They were staying in her bedroom.
But such heat! The attic bedroom was way too hot.
She fanned herself with a pillow.
She tried counting sheep. But thinking of sheep wool made her hotter.
Some fresh air would be nice. Some cool air.
Stacy sat up and lifted her hair off her neck.
Her puppy opened his eyes.
“I need a ponytail,” she told him. “My head’s too sweaty.”
Sunday Funnies seemed to understand. He stood up and shook himself.
Stacy got out of bed and went to the hallway.
Fuzzy little Sunday Funnies followed.
They stood at the top of the steps and listened.
The house was quiet.
“Everyone’s asleep,” she whispered to the pup.
Then . . .
Tippity-pat-pat. She crept downstairs.
Jingle-pat-pat. Sunday Funnies came along.
Suddenly, Stacy stopped. So did her pup.

They heard a low rumble.
Grandpa’s snoring. He said he got his best sleep that way.
“Let’s be quiet,” Stacy said to Sunday Funnies.
She tiptoed down the hall.
Flap-flop. Stacy’s slippers slapped against her feet. They were big enough for an elephant. She tossed them off and went barefoot.
Inside her own room, Stacy sneaked past the round, snoring bodies. She hurried to the dresser.
Silently, she pulled open the top drawer. There, she found her hairbrush and a rubber band.
Then she went outside.
The top step was cooler than the wooden porch.
Stacy sat there and looked at the streetlight.
She wished for a breeze.
But the night was still. Breathless.
She brushed her hair back and made a ponytail.
AHH! Much better.
Sunday Funnies sat at her bare feet.
Stacy glanced down at him. “Some night we should sleep outside,” she said. “It would be lots cooler.”
She leaned back and stared at the sky.
“The Cul-de-sac Kids oughta have a sleep-out this summer,” she said.
Sunday Funnies went and rolled in the cool grass.
“Smart boy,” Stacy said.
She looked up and down Blossom Hill Lane.
The houses were dark. Middle-of-the-night dark.
No lights were shining from the windows. No sounds were springing from the doorways.
The whole cul-de-sac seemed gloomy.
Her best friend, Abby Hunter, was camping this weekend. Abby’s house next door looked lonely.
Stacy missed her friend.
She wondered if Abby was asleep yet. Or was she too hot? Or maybe homesick?
Stacy stared at the other houses.
Jason Birchall’s was across the street.
Mr. Tressler’s house was at the far end of the cul-de-sac.
Eric Hagel’s house was between Mr. Tressler’s and Jason’s houses.
Dee Dee Winters’ and Dunkum Mitchell’s houses were at the other end of the cul-de-sac.
Besides being dark, the houses looked dull. Boring!
Stacy was thinking about Flag Day. Next Friday.