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The older girl softened just a smidge. "Whaf s his name?" she asked.
"Louie,"
"Oh. This is Astrid. Astrid of Grenville. A pedigreed Bernese mountain dog."
"And this is Priscilla. She's purebred. She cost four hundred dollars," said the little kid.
"Hoo," I replied, trying to sound like British royalty. I had to admit, though, that next to Astrid and Priscilla, Louie looked like a scruffy old orphan dog.
"Well," said the older girl. "I guess you should know that I'm Shannon Louisa Kilbourne. I live over there." She pointed to a house that was across the street, next door to the Papadakises. "And this is Amanda Delaney. She lives next door to me."
"But Priscilla and I have to go home now. So 'bye!" the little girl called gaily, and ran off.
"Well, I'm Kristy Thomas," I told Shannon. "You know where I live."
"In Mr. Brewer's house," she answered, clearly implying that I was not good enough to be a Brewer, just lucky enough to live with one. "Pew," she went on, "your dog smells. Where's he been? In a swamp?"
"Personally," I replied, ignoring her question, "I would rather live in a swamp than across the street from you."
"Oh, yeah? Well, you're only proving what
a jerk you are," retorted Shannon. "And you're only proving what a snob you
are."
"Jerk." "Snob."
Shannon stuck her tongue out at me, I stuck mine out at her, and we walked on.
Chapter 4.
Linny and Hannie Papadakis are neat little kids. They love to "play pretend" and to organize activities for the other neighborhood kids. And their little sister, Sari, is very sweet. All of the kids have dark hair, deep brown eyes, olive skin, and really terrific smiles.
On the afternoon that I was to baby-sit for them, Linny and Hannie were waiting for me in the front yard.
"Hi!" called Hannie, jumping up as soon as she saw me coming.
"Hi, you guys," I said.
"Guess what we want to do today," Linny said. "We want to have a pet fashion show."
"Yeah, we want to dress up Myrtle and Noodle," Hannie added.
This is the great thing about the Papadakises. They have just as much money as anyone else around here, but you wouldn't know it, except for the mansion. They're very down
to-earth, and their pets are named Myrtle the Turtle and Noodle the Poodle, not Astrid of Grenville, like some pets I can think of. The children are allowed to choose their own clothes every morning, even though they sometimes end up wearing stripes with plaids, and they go barefoot all summer long.
"Let me talk to your mom first," I told Linnie and Hannie, "and then we'll see about Myrtle and Noodle."
"Okay," said Hannie cheerfully. She took my hand and led me inside the Papadakises' house. "Mo-om!" she yelled. "Kristy's here!"
Mrs. Papadakis came bustling through the hallway from the back of the house. "Hi, Kristy," she said. "Thanks for coming."
Linny, Hannie, and Sari look exactly like their mother. Mrs. Papadakis wears her dark hair so that it frames her face. And when she smiles her terrific smile, the corners of her wide-set brown eyes crinkle just the way Hannie's were crinkled then.
"I should be back by five o'clock," she told me. "I've got a meeting at the children's school."
"Okay," I replied. "Are there emergency numbers somewhere?" (As a baby-sitter, I always ask this if I'm working for a family I'm
not too familiar with. You just never know what could happen.)
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Papadakis. "I almost forgot. They're on the memo board in the kitchen. Pediatrician, grandparents, and George's - I mean, Mr. Papadakis' - office number."
"Great," I said. "Where's Sari?"
"Upstairs napping, but she should wake soon. And she'll want apple juice then. There's some in the refrigerator. But no snacks for the kids, okay?"
"Okay."
Mrs. Papadakis kissed Linny and Hannie and rushed off.
"Now," I said briskly, "what's this about dress - "
"WAHH!"
I was interrupted by a cry from upstairs.
"Oh, Sari's awake," said Linny.
"I'll get her," I told him. "Why don't you guys go play in the backyard?"
"Okay," they agreed.
"But stay there," I added. "Don't leave without telling me."
"Okay!" They were already halfway out the door.
I ran upstairs and followed the sound of
Sari's sobs to her bedroom. I opened the door slowly, knowing she would be confused to see me enter instead of her mother.
"Hi, Sari!" I said brightly.
The sobs increased.
I cheerfully pulled up the shade and straightened the room, talking to Sari all the time. "Hi, I'm Kristy," I told her. "We're going to have fun playing this afternoon."
"No, no, no, no, no!" wailed Sari.