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Abby Hunter and Stacy Henry are building a tree house--with a little help from Stacy's grandpa.When the hideaway is finished, the girls discover that a very cool three house can cause very BIG trouble. Especially when they start posting signs that read Definitely No Boys Allowed!What will happen to their faithful club motto: "The Cul-de-sac Kids stick together"? Is this the end for Abby's club on Blossom Hill Lane?

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Children's

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Christianity

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 janvier 1998
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441260758
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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© 1998 by Beverly Lewis
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. www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2012
Ebook corrections 04.04.2014
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4412-6075-8
Cover illustration by Paul Turnbaugh Text illustrations by Janet Huntington
To
Leslie Brinkley
(Smile!)
CONTENTS
Cover
Title page
Copyright page
Dedication

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
About the Author
Other Books by Author
Back Cover

ONE
It was Arbor Day.
Abby Hunter tiptoed outside. She hid behind the backyard fence. She peeked through wooden boards. She watched Stacy Henry and her grandpa dig a hole. They were planting a tree.
Abby leaned on the fence, wishing. Wishing and snooping . . . on her own best friend.
Suddenly, she had a nose tickle.
A BIG tickle.
She pinched her nose tight. She held her breath.
Sneezing and snooping didn’t mix.
She counted to ten in her head.
At last, the tickle went away.
Now Abby could snoop. Stacy and her grandpa were laughing and talking. They were having a double dabble good time.
Soon Abby had another nose tickle. But she would NOT sneeze. She would not let the terrible tickle win.
She twisted her nose. First this way, then that way.
She pooched her lips.
She held her breath.
Even pinched her nose shut with both hands. Of course, she’d need to breathe again. Pretty soon.
One quick breath , she thought.
She let go.
“Ah-h.” She breathed in and out. But the tickle was still there.
Before she could clamp her nose shut . . .
“AH-CHOO-O-O!”
A sneeze escaped.
Stacy jumped. “Who’s there?”
Abby tried to answer, but more tickles teased her nose.
“AR-GA-CHOO-O-O!”
There, she felt better. At least her nose did. But phooey! Stacy had caught her snooping.
“Need a tissue?” Stacy asked. She was leaning over the fence now, staring.
Quickly, Abby stood up. She brushed off her jeans. “I’m OK, thanks.”
Stacy frowned. “What’re you doing in the dirt?”
“Watching . . . uh, spying, I guess you’d say.”
Stacy laughed out loud. “Why spy? Just come on over.”
Abby felt silly. Snooping was stupid.
“Wanna help plant a teeny weeny tree?” Stacy asked.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Abby jumped over the fence.
KER-PLOP! She landed on the other side. Stacy’s side.
Of all the wonderful things God made, trees were tops. Abby liked trees. No . . . she loved them!
Tall trees, short trees.
Trees with flowers and trees without.
Trees with fat, wide arms. And trees with secret holes where squirrels hid nuts.
She especially liked the climbing trees. They had sturdy branches close to the ground.
Stacy’s grandpa grinned a welcome. “Hi there, Abby.” He carried the sapling toward her. “We could use an extra pair of hands.”
Abby smiled. “Glad to help.”
She noticed the tree’s root system and its graceful branches. Beautiful.
“Ever plant a tree?” Stacy asked her.
“Nope,” Abby said. “But I’ve always wanted to.” She helped dig the hole for the tree. Deep as can be.
She and Stacy steadied the sapling. Stacy’s grandpa began to fill the hole with dirt. Lots of dirt.
Together, Abby and Stacy tugged on the long water hose. They watered the new tree.
When that was done, Stacy’s grandpa stepped back. He tilted his head. First one way, then the other.
At last, he grinned. His dimples showed. “Fine and dandy,” he said.
Stacy copied her grandpa. She took three giant steps back. She had to see if the tree was straight.
Abby giggled and did the same. Both girls eyeballed the tree. “It’s real pretty,” Abby said.
“It’ll be huge someday,” Stacy replied. “Like the one over there.” She pointed to the oak in the corner of the yard.
Grandpa wiped his face. “It’ll take years for this sapling to grow giant-size.”

“Our oak tree is big enough to live in, don’t you think so?” Stacy asked Abby.
Abby stared up at the towering branches. They seemed to reach to heaven. Almost.
That’s when her idea got started. A double dabble good idea.
“Let’s build a tree house,” she said.