“Mr. Jones had just started her on scraping the bottom when he came around the bow and stopped short. He shook his… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Why, it’s hotter than Hades in here,” said Miss Lizzie. She went right over and threw the window open. “No wonder he’s lookin’ so… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Denny leaned back in her chair. She put her hands together and rested her chin on them. Then she glanced at Spence out of… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Well, then,” said Mr. Jones. “Denise, what do you say you and I go get some mussels?” Denny eyed him skeptically. She didn’t particularly… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“We’ll fix it before then,” said Denny. “Don’t worry.” Mr. Jones didn’t look convinced. “If it wasn’t for this dumb leg,” he shouted, “I’d… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Get a dog biscuit out of that cabinet there,” Mr. Jones told Denny. Denny found a box of Milk-Bones and took one out. Mr.… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“The Jeep was parked at the beginning of the causeway when Denny got off the bus. She ignored it and started toward the island.… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Denny had been a little skeptical of her mother's fix-it ideas ever since the night her mother had fixed the shower head drip by… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Spence beached the boat and strutted up to where Denny and Mr. Jones were working. He stared at Denny and smiled. “You got enough… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“So what do we do, dress up like orderlies and sneak him out in the laundry cart?” “Something like that.” “Oh, c’mon, Spence, that… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“When two figures emerged, Denny winced. What on earth was Mr. Jones doing with that loser? Marty was trotting happily alongside the pair. “Some… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Mr. Jones had just started her on scraping the bottom when he came around the bow and stopped short. He shook his head in… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Mr. Jones’s eyes were closed. His head was bandaged like a mummy’s and tubes came out of his arm, connecting him to a number… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
