“NANCY DREW began peeling off her garden gloves as she ran up the porch steps and into the hall to answer the ringing telephone. She picked it up and said, “Hello!” — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
“Madame Valenska sat down in one of the chairs. “Whose fortune shall I tell first?” she asked the girls. Nancy stepped forward. “Mine. I… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
I'll wire the International Federation of American Homing Pigeon Fanciers and give them the number stamped on the bird's leg ring. — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
Bell seated himself behind the desk, motioning for Nancy to stand opposite him. There was tense silence for a moment. Then Bell reached for… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
“Strauss! Oh yes, he was so-so. He wrote pretty music- The Blue Danube and Tales from the Vienna Woods. But what is that compared… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
I don't promise to forget the mystery, but I know I'll have a marvelous time. — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, "Romance and detective work won't mix tonight! — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
