Ann Martin - Kristy And The Mothers Day Surprise

separately.” Claud paused. She drew in her breath. “I’m guessing the carnival wouldn’t be too expensive per kid. There’s an awful lot just to look at, and if we limit the kids to, say, three things each, that wouldn’t be too bad.”

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!

“Jamie is going to faint!” exclaimed Claudia. “He’s dying to go to Sudsy’s.”

“I don’t think David Michael has ever been to a carnival,” I added.

“Becca has,” said Jessi, “and when she gets to this one, she’ll think she’s died and gone to heaven.”

“I wonder if the kids will be able to spend all day at a carnival,” I said suddenly. “That just occurred to me.”

“Hmm,” said Mary Anne. “Maybe not. Especially if they can only do a few things each.”

“I don’t think I could spend all day at a carnival,” spoke up Dawn. “I was just at one when I visited Dad and Jeff in California. It was fun, but. .

“All day at anything is too long for little kids,” I pointed out. “They need to rest. They get bored.”

“Maybe,” began Mallory, but she was interrupted by the phone.

We arranged several sitting jobs. Then Mallory started again.

“Maybe we should just go to the carnival in the morning when everyone is fresh and awake,” she said. “Then we could eat lunch somewhere else, like at the playground, since the kids are bringing their lunches anyway, and we’ll be right next to the playground. There are tables and benches everywhere at Carle. Our family has taken a lot of picnic lunches there.”

“That’s a good idea,” I said. “Really 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.”

“Well,” said Claudia, “they could come to my house. Remember last summer when we ran the play group in Stacey’s 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 Mother’s Day cards or little gifts or something. It would be a nice way for them to unwind after all the excitement.”

“Great!” I exclaimed. “I think we’ve got our Mother’s Day surprise.” Then I remembered about being bossy and added, “Everyone who

thinks this is a good plan, raise her hand.” Five hands shot up, including mine.

“Dawn? What’s wrong? You didn’t raise your hand.”

Dawn grinned. “I don’t think it’s a good plan,” she said. “I think it’s an awesome one.”

Everyone laughed, and Claudia threw a pillow at Dawn.

“Okay,” I said, when we had quieted down, “I know we don’t 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 isn’t that much time until Mother’s Day.”

“I’ll take notes,” said our secretary. Mary Anne turned to a blank page in the back of the record book. “All right. I’m ready.”

“Let’s start with our little brothers and sisters,” I began. “Karen, Andrew, and David Michael will be invited. And Becca Ramsey. And.. . Mal, who in your family?”

“I guess everyone except the triplets. Claire, Margo, Nicky, and Vanessa. I’m really not sure Vanessa will come, though. She’s funny about big group things sometimes. She’d rather stay in her room and write poetry.”

Mary Anne nodded. “Well, if she comes, that’s eight so far.”

“Jamie Newton,” said Claudia.

“The Barretts,” said Dawn. “Buddy and Suzi, anyway. Marnie’s too little.”

“Mynah and Gabbie Perkins,” added Mary Anne, writing furiously. “And, of course, Laura is much too little.”

“The Rodowsky boys,” spoke up Jessi. “Oh, and the Braddock kids. How could we forget them?”

“I hate to say this,” said Mary Anne, “but Jenny Prezzioso. We just have to ask her if we ask the Barretts and Mal’s brothers and sisters.”

“Oh, ew!” I cried. “Ew, EW! Jenny is so spoiled.” But I knew Mary Anne was right. So Jenny’s name was added to the list.

We kept on thinking of kids to invite — Charlotte Johanssen, some kids in my new neighborhood. When we couldn’t come up with another name, I said to Mary Anne, “What’s the grand total?”

Mary Anne counted up. “Oh, my gosh! Twenty-nine!”

“Twenty-nine!” exclaimed Claudia. “We’re good baby-sitters, but the six of us cannot take twenty-nine kids to a carnival.”

There was a moment of silence. Then Jessi said, “Well, they won’t all be able to come. Mal said Vanessa probably won’t want to, and some people are bound to be away that day, or to have plans.”

“True. . .“ I replied slowly. “Even so. Let’s 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. That’s pretty many. And what if we end up with more kids than we think?”

“Well, how about calling our associate members?” suggested Mary Anne, grinning. (You could tell she was just dying to call Logan.)

“Maybe we better.” 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.

“Uh-oh,” I said when I’d hung up the phone. “Wait a second!” cried Claudia. “Oh, my lord! I’ve got a great idea. Let’s call Stacey and invite her to Stoneybrook for the weekend!”

As if you couldn’t tell from Claudia’s excitement, she and Stacey McGill used to be best friends. (Well, they still are but it’s difficult with Claud living in Stoneybrook and Stacey living in New York City.) Anyway, I knew we all wanted to see Stacey, and she’s a terrific baby-sitter.

Claudia made the call. “Stace? It’s me,” she said. A whole lot of screaming and laughing

followed. Then Claudia explained about the Mother’s Day surprise. “So could you come?” she asked. “We aren’t 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.”

Stacey had to check with her parents, but guess what — she got permission!

“You can come?” shrieked Claudia. She turned to us club members. “She’s free! She can come! . . . Stace? We’ll make the arrangements later. Oh, I’m so glad! This will be your first trip back to Stoneybrook.”

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 Claudia’s the next day, Saturday, to make the invitations.

Chapter 7.

The arrangements for the Mother’s Day sur prise were falling into place. Claudia’s parents had spoken to Stacey’s parents, and the adults had decided that Stacey would take the train to Stoneybrook on Friday after school. With any luck, she’d reach the Kishis’ in time for our club meeting that day! Then she would stay with Claud until Sunday afternoon — 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.