A Ghost Tale for Christmas Time (Magic Tree House (R) Merlin Mission)
Mary Pope Osborne
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Jack and Annie are ready for their next adventure in the New York Times bestselling middle-grade series—the Magic Tree House!
A spirited holiday mission!
The magic tree house whisks Jack and Annie back in time to the foggy streets of Victorian London, where they must help Charles Dickens. But the famous author has everything he could possibly want. How are they supposed to help him? It’s not until Mr. Dickens rescues them from being thrown in jail that they discover his secret past and the sad memories that haunt him. Jack and Annie will need all their magic—and help from three ghosts!—to save the great writer.
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This is a work of fiction. All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical and public figures, are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical or public figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to persons
can’t believe Charles wrote that story!” “Well, now it seems like he won’t,” said Jack. “He just said he’s never going to write again. He said his heart has died.” Annie stood up and brushed herself off. “So get out the violin and the bow,” she said matter-of-factly. “Oh, I forgot all about our magic violin!” said Jack. “Me too, until now,” said Annie. “Get it out. I’ll make up a song.” “What kind of song?” asked Jack. “I’ll make up my own version of A Christmas Carol,” said Annie. “But it
was an accident,” said Kathleen. “It was stupidity!” said Teddy. “We were in Morgan’s library, and I was looking at spells in her books. Morgan forbids us to try any spells on our own, but I disobeyed when I found a simple one that turns things into stone. I thought I’d just give it a quick try—I turned an apple, a goblet of water, and a writing quill all to stone!” “Teddy was pointing at a walking stick by the doorway, reciting the words of the spell,” said Kathleen. “And just as he finished,
held it out to Jack. “Here,” he said with a big grin. Jack sighed and traded his beautiful velvet coat and wool cap for Harry’s tattered coat and old top hat. “And what about your boots?” asked Harry. Jack looked down at his shiny leather boots. He looked at Harry’s dirty, old shoes. “Come on, Jack,” said Annie. “These guys need them more than we do.” Annie pulled off her boots. Colin took off his shoes and handed them to her. Jack sighed again and sat down to take off his boots. Colin
“Let’s keep looking,” said Jack. “If we don’t find him soon, we’ll go back to his house and wait for him outside the gate.” A light rain began to fall as Jack and Annie started down a crowded, muddy road. They passed shabby shops and rows of small shacks. They passed vendors selling secondhand clothes and hats and shoes. They saw lots of ragged kids hanging around the street. Jack caught the eye of a big, tough-looking boy slouching against a lamppost with his hands in his pockets. As Jack