The Mystery of the Blue Ring Page 3
She started to copy what Ms. Rooney had written.
Eat a salad every day.
Slice up some tomatoes.
Add some cucumbers.
Put them on lettuce.
Salad is good for you.
Dawn looked up. Something was bothering her.
What was it?
She closed her eyes.
She took a breath. Salad. Vegetables.
Her eyes flew open. “Snaggle doodles,” she shouted. “I just thought of something.”
Jason turned around. He made crazy eyes at her.
“I know where Emily Arrow’s ring is,” she said.
CHAPTER 10
EVERYONE STOPPED WRITING.
Emily Arrow put down her pencil.
Ms. Rooney stood up from her desk.
“I know where your ring is,” Dawn told Emily again.
“Where?” Emily asked.
“Where?” asked Jason.
“Yes,” said Ms. Rooney. “For goodness’ sake! Tell us where.”
Dawn went to the front of the room.
She stood on tiptoes.
Ms. Rooney bent down.
Dawn whispered in Ms. Rooney’s ear.
Ms. Rooney smiled. “I’ll bet you’re right.”
Ms. Rooney clapped her hands. “Line up, class. Let’s go see if Dawn Bosco can find Emily’s ring.”
Dawn rushed to the front of the line.
Emily Arrow rushed to the front of the line, too.
Then she stepped back. “You go first,” she told Dawn.
“No, you,” said Dawn.
Jill Simon stepped in front of them. “I’ll go first,” she said.
They started down the hall.
“Hey!” Jill turned around. “I don’t even know where we’re going.”
“To the art room,” said Dawn.
“Right,” said Ms. Rooney.
They passed the principal’s office. Mr. Mancina was coming out of the door.
“We’re on our way to solve a mystery,” said Ms. Rooney. “Dawn Bosco is our class detective.”
Mr. Mancina winked at Dawn. “It’s always good to have a private eye around,” he said.
They turned the corner and stopped at the art room door.
Mrs. Kara was there. She was putting pieces of green wool on everyone’s desk.
She straightened up. “Today the sixth graders are going to make tablecloths,” she told Ms. Rooney.
Dawn wished she were in sixth grade.
She’d love to make a tablecloth.
They marched into the art room.
“Wait a minute,” said Mrs. Kara. “You’re not the sixth graders.”
Everyone laughed.
Ms. Rooney put her arm around Dawn’s shoulder. “Dawn has something to show us,” she said.
Dawn walked over to the windowsill. Outside she could see Carmen, the crossing guard. She was blowing her whistle.
Dawn walked along next to the sill. She looked at the vegetables.
They were hard now, not so gray anymore. They looked white.
She picked up Emily Arrow’s cucumber.
It was a terrible cucumber.
One end was skinny.
The other end had a fat lump.
Dawn picked up the cucumber. “Sorry, Emily,” she said.
She smashed it down on the sink.
Bits of hard clay flew up all over the place.
Inside was a ring.
A gold ring with a blue stone.
A cracked blue stone.
“I can’t believe it,” Emily said. She gasped. “I remember now. I took off my ring. I didn’t want to get clay on it.”
Everyone laughed.
“I must have rolled it into my cucumber,” Emily said.
“Good work,” Jason told Dawn.
“Excellent,” said Ms. Rooney.
“I thought it was a carrot,” said Jill.
Dawn looked out the window again.
Carmen looked up and saw her.
They waved at each other.
Dawn couldn’t wait for school to be over.
She had to tell Carmen about the ring.
She’d ask Emily to come with her.
She and Emily would go home together.
She still had some clay—red, and yellow, and green.
They’d make some vegetables, or rings, or maybe a polka dot hat.
A Biography of Patricia Reilly Giff
Patricia Reilly Giff came from a family of storytellers. She learned to read when she was four and never stopped, delighted with that widening world of story. She read through her classes in her elementary school, St. Pascal Baylon, and through her years at her high school, the Mary Louis Academy. Perhaps that’s why math and science are still so mysterious to her.
She majored in history and education at Marymount College and then went on to St. John’s University for a master’s degree in history, delighted that she could read her way through the lives of kings and queens, through plagues and wars.
In 1959, she married James Giff, a New York City detective, who had stories of his own. It was a perfect match because he thought it was fine that she spent hours reading instead of attending to the pots on the stove or the potatoes growing in the closet.
She spent the next twenty years raising their three children—James, William, and Alice—teaching, first in New York City and then Elmont, Long Island, and attending Hofstra University for a professional diploma in reading.
But always she wanted to write stories of her own, so her husband built her a small office out of two closets in the kitchen.
That was the beginning. She wrote about her childhood and her children, she wrote about the children she taught, and now she writes about her grandchildren and what interests them. She visits school and libraries and loves to talk with people who enjoy reading.
She received an honorary Doctor of Letters from Hofstra University and from Sacred Heart University. Several of her books were chosen as ALA-ALSC Notable Children’s Books and ALA-YALSA Best Books for Young Adults. They include The Gift of the Pirate Queen; All the Way Home; Nory Ryan’s Song, a Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Golden Kite Honor Book for Fiction; and Newbery Honor books Lily’s Crossing and Pictures of Hollis Woods. Lily’s Crossing was also chosen as a Boston Globe-Horn Book Honor Book. She’s also won the Christopher Award.
In between, she cares for an indoor garden of almost two hundred plants—and reads, of course.
Patricia Reilly Giff on a September day in 1937 in St. Albans, New York. The future Polk Street Mysteries author is two years old.
Patricia Reilly Giff (age four) with her sister, Annie (age two). The picture was taken at Christmastime circa 1939.
Patricia Reilly Giff on May 1, 1955 (age twenty) with her little poodle, Nikki, who was just eleven weeks old at the time.
Patricia Reilly Giff fishing on the Delaware River near her vacation home in East Branch, New York, circa 1976. In the background is her dog, Heidi.
Patricia Reilly Giff with her two sons, Jimmy (left) and Bill (right) circa 1991. Missing from the picture is her daughter, Alice.
Patricia Reilly Giff with her husband, Jim, visiting an elementary school classroom to talk about her popular Polk Street series. Giff speaks at schools, libraries, bookstores, and conferences across the country, where she shares stories of how she became a writer.
Patricia Reilly Giff in her gazebo workshop at her house in Weston, Connecticut, circa 1997. Giff says she tries to write a little bit every day, whether she is sitting in her home or taking a long trip by car or train.
Patricia Reilly Giff speaking to a class in a school library about books and writing. Giff also holds writing classes for adults dedicated to writing for children, and many of her students go on to become published authors.
Patricia Reilly Giff signing books for fans at a bookstore in Long Island, New York. She grew up nearby in the Queens neighborhood of St. Albans, New York.
Patricia
Reilly Giff with grandson Billy in the Dinosaur’s Paw, a children’s bookstore opened by Giff and her husband, Jim, in 1990. Giff’s son Jimmy now runs the store, located in downtown Fairfield, Connecticut.
Patricia Reilly Giff and her husband with their seven grandchildren at her home in Trumbull, Connecticut, over the 2004–05 winter holidays. From left to right: Bill, Patti, Caitlin, Christine, Jimmy, Conor, Patricia, Jim, and Jilli.
Patricia Reilly Giff’s daughter and best friend, Alice, with her two children. In the middle is Jilli, Giff’s youngest grandchild, and on the left is Patti, who is named after her grandmother.
Patricia Reilly Giff reading to her grandchildren Christine, Patti, Caitlin, and Conor in her home library in Trumbull, Connecticut. The picture books are set on the bottom shelf of the library stacks, so her young grandchildren can reach their favorites without any help.
About the Illustrator
Blanche Sims was born in Cleveland, Ohio. Her grandfather was a portrait painter and art professor. He has paintings in the Smithsonian. She would send him drawings and he would reward her with chocolates and other gifts. In elementary school her teachers would ask her to draw historical events to display in class.
Blanche has worked as an illustrator for young people’s art at Famous Artists School and later at Xerox in the art department. Then she became a children’s book illustrator. Among the many books she has illustrated is the Polk Street series.
Blanche lives in Sandy Hook, CT. She has four children and eight grandchildren.
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copyright © 1987 by Patricia Reilly Giff
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