儿童英语读物 The Pizza Mystery CHAPTER 1 Not Hungry

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Four children and one dog were sound asleep in the roomy black car. James Alden, the children’s grandfather, took one hand off the steering¹ wheel. He patted Benny Alden’s curly head, but the six-year-old boy didn’t stir.

In the rearview mirror, Mr. Alden checked on his three older grandchildren. Henry, Jessie, and Violet looked like sleepy puppies in the back seat. The Aldens had been on the road for hours. Still, the long drive home to Greenfield was only half over.

“It’s not often my copilots are so quiet,” Mr. Alden chuckled² to himself.

None of the children moved. Their dog, Watch, thumped³ his tail just once from under the dashboard. Then he went right on snoozing, too. Everyone in the warm, cozy⁴ car was tired after a weekend of skating, tobogganing, and hiking in the snow up north.

“Not nearly as much snow around Silver Falls,” Mr. Alden said to no one in particular.

“Silver Falls?” Benny mumbled⁵. He didn’t open his eyes.

“That’s right, Benny,” Mr. Alden said. “Just a few more miles to Silver Falls.”

Suddenly Benny sat straight up. He looked out the car window. “Hey, Grandfather, you’re right! We just passed Aunt Millie’s Fudge House. If I weren’t saving room for Mr. and Mrs. Piccolo’s Pizza in Silver Falls, I’d hop⁶ out of the car right now for some of that fudge.”

“Fudge!” Jessie cried when she overheard Benny. “Before lunch?”

“Maybe just a skinny piece,” Benny told his big sister.

Now that Benny was up, he wanted everyone else up, too. “Come on, Watch. Go wake Henry, boy.”

Watch knew very well that his dog nap was over. He yawned a wide, toothy yawn then shook himself awake.

“Whoa, boy, whoa,” fourteen-year-old Henry said when he felt Watch step all over him. He yawned a big yawn, too. He had been up since five-thirty that morning. Packing the car with the Aldens’ snowshoes, cross-country skis, and toboggan had taken him and Jessie a long time. Not that they minded. Like all the Aldens, they enjoyed hard work.

Only ten-year-old Violet was still napping. Watch gave Violet a lick on the cheek, and her long brown lashes⁷ fluttered open.

“That tickles,” Violet said when she woke up with a sweet, dreamy smile.

“Entering Silver Falls,” twelve-year-old Jessie announced. She smoothed her long brown hair. Then she gathered up the books and games scattered⁸ across the backseat. She found a lumpy toy bear. “Here’s Stockings, Benny. He was squeezed between the seats.”

Benny reached back and gave his favorite old bear a hug. He had many new toys since Grandfather Alden had adopted the children after their parents died. But Stockings was special. Jessie had made the cloth bear out of Benny’s old socks back in the days when the children were living in a boxcar in the woods all by themselves. Now, just like the children, Stockings had a comfortable home with Mr. Alden, too.

Violet gathered up her box of art supplies and work bag now that they were getting near Silver Falls. “May we stop at Tom’s Gas Station, Grandfather?” Violet asked. “We always do.”

“Indeed we do!” Mr. Alden slowed down. “Why, Tom Morgan would never forgive us if we didn’t stop by to fill up on gas.”

“Or bubble gum!” Benny cried out. He jiggled a pocket full of change. “I saved twelve pennies for that old gumball machine. That’s twelve chances to win one of the foil covered gumballs and get a free treat.”

Benny Alden was lucky in most things, but not when it came to winning silver gumballs. The Aldens had stopped at Tom’s Gas Station on many family trips. In all those times Benny had never won a prize foil-covered gumball. Today that was going to change!

Jessie spotted⁹ the small brick station first. “Good old Tom’s,” she said in a happy voice.

Mr. Alden pulled up close to the gas pumps. He knew his grandchildren liked to talk to Tom while he checked the car.

“Howdy do, folks,” Tom said when he came over to the car. “I’d know this wonderful car of yours anywhere, Mr. Alden. Still going tip-top, I see. Never met anybody who kept a classic like this in such good shape. Fill ’er up?”

“Sure thing.” Grandfather got out of the car to stretch his legs and take Watch for a quick walk.

The Aldens liked to watch Tom Morgan work. When he filled the tank the bill always came out exactly on the dollar, not a penny over or a penny under. With Henry and Benny’s help, Tom got the windows and head-lights shining again.

The children looked on as Tom checked under the hood¹⁰.

“Now tell me about your latest adventure, Benny,” Tom asked. “Did you solve any mysteries up north? Or catch any crooks¹¹?”

“Naw.” Benny sounded disappointed. “Nothing happened. I found an old newspaper stuffed into a windowsill, but it was only to keep out the cold. One night a noise at the window woke us up. But it was only an icy branch scraping against the cabin.”

“Well, your trip’s not over yet,” Tom said with a smile. “Here, Jessie, let’s see if you still remember how to check the oil.”

Jessie slid the dipstick down into the oil tank. She brought it back up smoothly¹². “Still plenty of oil, Tom.”

When they had finished with the car, the Aldens headed inside the little store Tom ran as part of the gas station. One by one, Benny dropped most of his pennies into the gumball machine. He twirled the crank as fast as he could.

“Phooey, phooey!” the other Aldens heard Benny complain as one ordinary gumball after another rolled out.

“I’ve only got five pennies left,” Benny said, making a face at the machine. “I’m going to give this old machine a rest for a minute. I better think about Piccolos’ Pizza so I don’t get any madder.”

The Aldens all laughed. Violet was the first one to notice that Tom wasn’t laughing along with them. Instead, he gave Benny some extra pennies someone had left on the counter.

“Here, Benny,” he said in a quiet voice. “Maybe this will help you. I’m not so sure how things will be when you stop at Piccolos’ Pizza.”

Jessie stared at Tom. Her big brown eyes were full of questions. “What is it, Tom? Is something the matter with Mr. and Mrs. Piccolo?”

Tom looked sad and puzzled. “The Piccolos are having a hard time keeping the restaurant going,” he said. “Nobody can figure out why. For the last couple of months they’ve been keeping very irregular hours. Sometimes they’re not open at—”

Before Tom could finish, everyone heard a loud car horn honking¹³. Watch pulled on his leash¹⁴ and barked. Tom dropped the Aldens’ money on the counter without even ringing up their bill. He walked out to the big, fancy car that was making all the noise.

“Quiet, Watch, quiet,” Jessie said. Even when he didn’t want to, Watch always obeyed Jessie. He lowered his bark to a growl¹⁵.

Outside, a tall, annoyed-looking man got out of the car. He stood over Tom and shouted orders. The Aldens could hear every loud word from inside the station. “Check the oil! Then the water. And don’t forget the windows!”

Benny took his last few pennies. Slowly, he put one after the other into the gumball machine. He was just about to turn the crank after the last penny, when the man burst into the station.

“Is there a soda¹⁶ machine in this place?” he shouted as if the Aldens were supposed to serve him.

Without waiting for an answer, the man shoved some coins into the soda machine. He popped the top off the can. After a couple of big gulps¹⁷, he left the half-full can on a shelf.

At the counter, the man shifted from one foot to the other. “What’s that dog doing in here?” he asked when Watch growled¹⁸ at him.

Henry tugged¹⁹ on Watch’s leash and took him outside. Even that didn’t stop Watch from growling²⁰.

“Come, children,” Mr. Alden said. “Let’s get going to Piccolos’. The sooner we get there, the sooner we get some of that good pizza we came for.”

“Don’t count on it!” the man spat²¹ out. “You’ll be lucky if it’s even open!”

Before the Aldens could try to figure this out, Tom came back into the station. “All set, Mr. Irons. Let me get these folks on the road, then I’ll write up your charge.”

“I’m in a hurry,” the man snapped. He slapped down a pile of bills on the counter.

“Oh, and take out money for a pack of gum.”

“What kind would you like, Mr. Irons?” Tom asked.

The man didn’t bother to answer Tom’s question. “Forget it.” He reached into the pocket of his long black overcoat for a coin, then stuck it in the gumball machine.

“Wait! I still have a penny in there,” Benny cried. It was too late.

The man turned the crank, and a silver gumball rolled out.

“Ha! My lucky day!” the man said with a rude laugh. “I guess you owe me that pack of gum for free. Make it spearmint.”

Tom wasn’t about to jump at these orders. “Sorry, but that was this boy’s ball. If he said he had a penny in there, I’m sure he did. It’s his prize.”

The man pushed the door open and shouted on the way out, “Never mind. I hardly need a free prize.”

Everyone heard the man’s fancy car roar out of the station. The big car barely missed Tom’s red tow truck.

“Who was that, Tom?” Grandfather asked.

“That’s the new manager of the Mighty²² Mufflers factory,” Tom said. “He’s been running things while the owner, Mrs. Sturgis, is traveling on business. Problem is, he seems to think he can run things here, too, just because the company set up a charge account at my station. I’d almost rather not have the account.”

Tom turned to Benny and handed him the prize silver gumball. “Hey, I know this is yours. Why don’t you trade it in for a treat?”

Benny’s lower lip trembled. “No, thanks,” he said in a small voice. “I’m not hungry.”