A Winning Spirit. Valerie Tripp

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      “Ruined! Wrecked! Completely wrecked!” sobbed Molly. “Who would play such a mean trick?”

      Then the girls heard Ricky singing in a low, slow, steady voice:

      I see London,

      I see France,

       I can see your underpants!

      “Ricky,” yowled Molly, “I’ll get you for this! You ruined everything! You’ll be sorry—you wait! You’ll be really sorry.”

      Ricky threw the hose down and ran off. The girls just stood there in the driveway, stunned with surprise and sputtering with anger. Maybe they shouldn’t have teased Ricky about Dolores, but who ever would have expected him to get back at them in such a mean way?

      Finally Linda said, “I’m freezing!”

      Molly said, “You two go on inside. I’ll clean up this mess. Then we’ve got some planning to do. We have to teach Ricky a lesson he’ll never forget.”

      War!

       CHAPTER 4

       while later, Linda, Susan, and Molly sat in Molly’s room in their pajamas. Still pink from their baths, wrapped head to toe in big white blankets, they looked like three rosy polar bears. The girls were whispering together on Molly’s bed when they heard Mrs. McIntire returning with Brad.

      “Would you hula dancers like some cocoa?” Mrs. McIntire called up to the girls.

      “Okay, Mom,” called Molly. “We’ll be right down.”

      “Good!” said Susan. “Now we can tell her what Ricky did!”

      “No!” Molly said quickly.

      “Why not?” asked Susan.

      “I don’t want to be a tattletale,” said Molly. “And besides, Mom would be too easy on him. We just have to take care of Ricky ourselves.”

      The girls walked slowly into the kitchen. There at the table sat Ricky, still in his pirate costume. He was sipping cocoa and looking as innocent as a kitten. Molly, Linda, and Susan sat as far away from Ricky as possible.

      “Well, girls,” said Mrs. McIntire. “How was your Hawaiian Halloween?”

      “Fine,” said the three girls all together, but it sounded as if they meant just the opposite.

      Mrs. McIntire looked puzzled. “Just ‘fine’? That’s all?” she asked. “And why are you all in your pajamas already? I wanted to take your picture to send to Dad. What happened to your costumes? And your treats?”

      “They got wet,” said Molly.

      “Wet?” asked Mrs. McIntire. “How?”

      The girls looked at each other. “By a hose,” said Susan. “Ricky—”

      “We walked into a hose. By mistake,” said Molly quickly, before Susan could finish.

      “Who would be using a hose on a windy Halloween night?” asked Mrs. McIntire.

      The girls said nothing. Finally Molly said, “Just someone.”

      Mrs. McIntire frowned. “Molly McIntire,” she said. “I have the distinct feeling that I am not being told the whole story.”

      Molly stared into her cocoa cup. Ricky pushed his chair back from the table.

      “Perhaps you can tell me what happened, Ricky,” said Mrs. McIntire.

      “Me?” squeaked Ricky. He fiddled with the handle of his pirate dagger. “I didn’t…I mean…I mean…”

      “Go on, Ricky,” said Mrs. McIntire.

      “Well, it was just a joke, Mom,” said Ricky. “Just a joke on the girls. You know, a Halloween joke? Trick or treat?”

      “A mean trick,” muttered Linda.

      “What did you do?” asked Mrs. McIntire, staring steadily at Ricky.

      “I just got a little water on their costumes,” he said.

      “A little water?” squealed Molly. “You dumped pails and pails of water all over us, Ricky!”

      “You squirted us with a hose!” Susan added.

      “You ruined our costumes and all our treats!” said Linda.

      “Is that true?” asked Mrs. McIntire.

       “Yes!” exclaimed all the girls.

      “Ricky?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” muttered Ricky. He looked down at his feet.

      Mrs. McIntire was quiet. Then she said, “Ricky, that was a very mean thing to do. I’m ashamed of you, treating your sister and her friends that way. I think I can say that your father would be ashamed of you, too. I’m going to punish you just as I think he would punish you.” Mrs. McIntire sighed. “You are to apologize to these girls. Then you are to give your bag of Halloween treats to Linda, Susan, and Molly to share. You may keep one treat, and only one, for yourself. I’m going upstairs to put Brad to bed now, and while I’m gone I want you to apologize. Is that clear?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” said Ricky.

      “Girls, after Ricky apologizes, I want you to go to bed. I’ll come in later to say good night,” said Mrs. McIntire as she left with Brad.

      After she had gone, Ricky muttered, “Sorry.” Then he shoved his bag of Halloween treats into Molly’s hand and ran out of the kitchen.

      As the girls trudged up to bed, Linda whispered, “You were right, Molly. She was way too easy on him.”

      “Yeah!” said Susan. “Except for the part about your father being ashamed.”

      “He wrecked our Halloween, and he’s hardly suffering at all!” added Linda.

      “Well,” said Molly as she flopped on her bed, “we’ll just have to think up a plan to make Ricky really suffer.”

      “Let’s let the air out of his bicycle tires,” suggested Susan.

      “Not bad enough,” said Molly.

      “We could put frogs under his pillow,” said Linda. “Dozens and dozens of frogs.”

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