儿童英语读物 The Ghost in the First Row CHAPTER 3 Goose Bumps

“Fern is such a pretty name,” Aunt Jane was saying, as they sat around the picnic table in the backyard.



“Oh, do you like it?” Fern’s face broke into a smile. “You know, I couldn’t make up my mind between Fern and Cassandra. But I decided 1 to go with Fern.”



Benny wrinkled up his forehead. “You named yourself?”



“Well, I’m really Susan. But I wanted a name with more pizzazz. Something that would look good up in lights.”



“I think you made a great choice,” Violet said.



“Thank you, Violet,” said Fern. “Lots of people in show business change their names, you know. Even the winner of the play-writing contest changed her name. Isn’t that true, Ray?”



Ray wiped some mustard from the corner of his mouth. “Well, she changed her nickname, at least.”



“I was hoping to see my name first on the billboard,” Fern went on. “Above the title of the play, I mean.” She shot the director a look. “But I suppose that was hoping for too much.”



Ray rolled his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he dished up another helping 2 of potato salad.



Jessie couldn’t help noticing that the Fern had hardly eaten a bite. She was only poking 3 at her food with a fork.



The actress caught Jessie’s look. “I’m afraid I have a nervous stomach,” she said. “I can’t stop thinking about all the strange things that have been happening at the theater.”



Aunt Jane looked up in surprise. “What’s been happening?”



Fern leaned forward and whispered, “The ghosts have been acting 4 up.”



“This isn’t the time or the place—” Ray began.



Fern waved that away. “They’ve been using it for years, you know. It gives me goose bumps just to think about it!”



“What do you mean?” Benny’s big eyes were round.



“I’m talking about the ghosts.” Fern replied. “They’ve been using the theater to perform their plays.”



The Aldens looked at one another. They were too stunned 5 to speak.



“The ghosts aren’t happy about the theater opening up again,” Fern went on. “They don’t want to share it with the public.”



“You don’t really believe that,” said Henry. “Do you, Fern?”



“Take a look at the facts,” Fern said.



Jessie stared at the actress. “What facts?”



“Well, for starters, things keep disappearing.” Fern looked slowly around the table. “Then they show up in the oddest places.”



“That’s weird,” said Benny. He was so interested in the conversation that he still hadn’t taken a bite of his hamburger.



“Remember Lady Chadwick’s hat?” Fern turned to look at Ray. “The one with the yellow marigolds on it?”



“I remember,” said Ray. “We found it hanging from the chandelier in the lobby.”



“What’s a chandelier?” Benny wanted to know.



“It’s a fancy ceiling light,” Henry explained.



Violet giggled 6. She couldn’t help it—it seemed so funny. “Well, if it’s a ghost,” she said, “it’s a ghost with a sense of humor.”



Everyone laughed—except Fern. “This isn’t a laughing matter,” she said with a frown. “The ghosts aren’t happy.”



“Now, Fern—” Ray started to say.



“It’s no use shaking your head, Ray. You know it’s true. And now Alice Duncan has joined the ghostly audience.”



“What?” Aunt Jane almost choked on her lemonade.



“What makes you say that?” Jessie asked.



Fern leaned forward again. “One morning, we found a ball of yarn 7 and some knitting needles on a seat in the first row.”



Ray added, “We even found some popcorn 8 on the floor.”



“And as everybody knows,” Fern said, “Alice always brought her knitting and a bag of popcorn to the theater with her. It was mentioned in all the newspaper articles after she died.”



“But Alice wanted the theater opened up to the public again,” Jessie pointed 9 out. “Didn’t she?”



Violet nodded. “That’s why she left her money to the town.”



“I guess she changed her mind.” Fern suddenly pushed her plate away. “My stomach is too upset to eat. I’d better go home and lie down.”



“Why don’t you take the morning off tomorrow, Fern,” Ray suggested. “We’ll postpone 10 the rehearsal 11 until after lunch.”



“I just might take you up on that,” Fern said. “I need my beauty sleep.” With that, she said good-bye and left.



Ray apologized for Fern’s behavior. “She can be a handful sometimes. But she really is a wonderful actress.”



“I can understand why Fern would be upset with so many strange things happening at the theater,” said Aunt Jane. “I wonder who’s responsible for all those pranks 12.”



Jessie asked, “Did you notice anyone hanging around, Ray?”



“Only the actors and the stagehands.” The director shook his head. “Nobody else.”



“Are you sure?” Henry looked uncertain.



“Quite sure, Henry,” said Ray. “We don’t want anyone to see the theater until opening night.”



Jessie had a thought. “What if somebody got in after everybody went home?”



Ray shook his head again. “I’m the only one with a key, Jessie.”



“Maybe they didn’t use a key,” Benny suggested.



“I checked it out, Benny,” Ray said. “It doesn’t look like anyone broke in.”



“Fern’s right about one thing,” said Violet. “If it’s a joke, it’s not a very funny one.”



“No, it’s not,” Ray agreed. “It’s making everyone in the cast and crew very nervous. Nobody wants to stay late anymore. They’re all afraid of ghosts.”



“You’ve sure got your work cut out for you, Ray,” said Aunt Jane.



“You can say that again.” Ray nodded. “I hired some high school kids to help with the posters, but they were a no-show. I have a hunch 13 they were scared away by the rumors 14 of ghosts.”



“Maybe we could lend a hand,” volunteered Henry.



“Of course,” agreed Jessie, while Violet and Benny nodded.



“Really?” Ray looked surprised—and pleased.



“We’d like to help,” Violet said shyly.



Ray looked at the Aldens’ eager faces.” Putting up posters around town is hard work,” he warned them.



Aunt Jane laughed. “Oh, you don’t know these children, Ray. There’s nothing they like better than hard work.”



“Well, I’d be very grateful for your help,” Ray told them. “We need all the advertising 15 we can get. I’ve been trying to get someone from the local paper to do a write-up. But … they’re not interested unless it’ll grab the readers’ attention.”



“Well, we’ll help for sure,” promised Benny. “When do we start?”



Ray was all smiles. “How does first thing in the morning sound?”



The Aldens thought it sounded just fine. After dinner, they walked over to the shed with Ray. Stepping inside, they found it overflowing 16 with tables, chairs, trunks, and wooden boxes.



“Alice sure had lots of stuff,” Benny said, looking around.



“She sure did,” said Ray. “And we plan to make good use of it on stage.”



Violet was taking a close look at an old typewriter. “Grandfather has one just like this in the attic 17.”



“The keys stick and it won’t print w at all,” Ray told her. “But Alice used that old typewriter for years and years.”



“She never used a computer?” Henry asked.



“Never. Not even when her fingers got weaker as she got older,” said Ray. “She couldn’t peck away at the typewriter keys anymore, but she still refused to use a computer. Instead, she recorded her plays on tape and hired a college student to type them up for her.” Ray lifted the lid of a wooden box. “See? Alice’s tapes are right here.”



“The box is almost full,” Benny noted 18.



Just then, Ray spotted 19 a book on the windowsill. Reaching for it, he began to flip 20 through the pages. “Looks like Alice’s appointment book,” he said. “Your aunt Jane’s mentioned in here quite a bit.”



“They were good friends,” Jessie said.



“Alice’s last entry seems to be about shoes.” Ray read the words aloud: Shoe won’t fit. Tell P.J. to make change.



“I guess Alice bought a pair of shoes that were too small,” Henry figured.



“I think your aunt Jane might like this book,” said Ray. “It would be a nice keepsake.”



“We’ll make sure she gets it,” Jessie promised.



Ray glanced around. “Now, there’s something I can use!” He reached a bag down from a shelf. The label read: Plaster of Paris.



“What will you use it for?” Benny wanted to know.



“A prop 21 for the play,” Ray said, as he poured half of the white powder into an empty container. “We need a plaster cast of a footprint.” Then he added, “That’s how Lady Chadwick proves the butler did it.”



“You make the cast with powder?” asked Benny.



Ray nodded. “You mix plaster of Paris with water to form a paste,” he said. “The paste hardens as it dries.”



After helping Ray load up his pick-up truck, the Aldens said good-bye, then headed back to the house.



“I wish we could figure out what’s going on with the ghosts,” said Violet.



“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” Benny said. “Right, Henry?”



“I hope so,” said Henry. “I’m just not sure how.”