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squeezed herself through the opening and landed with a soft thud smack into The Treasure Chest. Looking around at all the objects, Maisie’s heart swelled. Each one offered her possibility. She picked up a magnifying glass and held it up to her eye, magnifying the objects nearby. She put that down and picked up a quill pen, then a candle, then a compass.
    Behind her, someone else dropped inside. Maisie turned to see Rayne smiling at her from beneath her matching leopard rain boots and slicker.
    “This is cool!” Rayne gasped. “What is all this stuff?”
    Before Maisie could answer, the bottom half of Hadley appeared in the window. Her cherry-red rain boots dangled.
    “Just let yourself drop down,” Rayne told her.
    “I’m holding the ladder while Felix climbs up,” Hadley answered in a muffled voice.
    Rayne and Maisie watched as Hadley finally let herself drop, followed immediately by Felix, the two of them landing in a tangled heap.
    “Ouch!” Felix said.
    “Welcome to The Treasure Chest,” Maisie said, opening her arms wide.
    “Is it a museum?” Hadley asked as she slowly got to her feet.
    Maisie took a few steps toward her new friend.
    “This is my secret,” she whispered.
    Hadley cocked her head, puzzled.
    “What do you think this magnet is for?” Rayne asked, holding out a horseshoe-shaped magnet with metal reeds attached to each end.
    “Put that down!” Felix said, scrambling to his feet and moving quickly toward Rayne.
    Grinning mischievously, Rayne hid the magnet behind her back.
    “No,” she said.
    “Seriously, Rayne,” Felix said, “we can’t touch anything in here.”
    “What good is having your own private…what did you call it, Maisie?”
    “The Treasure Chest,” Maisie said.
    “…your own private treasure chest if you can’t play with the stuff?” Rayne continued.
    Felix lunged for the magnet, but Rayne stepped away before he could reach it.
    “Put it back,” Felix said.
    Rayne lifted the magnet close to her face. “It looks like a science experiment,” she said.
    “Let me see,” Hadley said.
    In an instant…
    Hadley grabbed the magnet for a look.
    Felix grabbed the magnet to try to get it away from Rayne.
    And Maisie grabbed it because she knew, just like that, what was going to happen.
    “Hey!” Rayne cried.
    “What the…?” Hadley said, stunned, as the four children were lifted higher and higher off the ground.
    A warm wind whipped around them, carrying with it the smells of cinnamon and Christmas trees and ocean air; fresh lemons and hot chocolate and flowers in bloom.
    Maisie watched Hadley’s curly black hair flying as she tumbled; and Rayne’s big blue eyes, wide open with surprise; and Felix’s look of confusion.
    They somersaulted.
    Then everything stopped for the briefest instant. No smells. No sound. No motion.
    And then, they dropped. Fast.

CHAPTER 4
ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL
    F elix landed with a splash.
    Not a big, water-spraying splash like when he landed in the Caribbean. No, this time he landed with a small, muddy splash, smack into a puddle on a patch of soggy grass.
    “Ugh!” Felix groaned, because it hurt his behind when he hit the ground and because he was now not just wet but also muddy.
Lucky I have on this rain slicker and boots
, he thought, staring up at the slate-gray sky.
Because it is raining here, too.
    In the distance, he could see a crowd of people in fancy clothes was gathered in front of a building that looked like a library: brick and imposing and serious looking.
    A small voice cut through the dusk.
    “What in the world…?”
    “Rayne?” Felix called.
    “Felix?” Rayne answered, a hint of panic in her voice. “Where are we?”
    Felix got to his feet and followed Rayne’s voice across a small nearby knoll.
    “I don’t know,” he admitted, helping her to her feet.
    She, too, had landed in a puddle. She wiped at the mud on her jeans.
    “We’re not in Newport, are we?” she asked him.
    Felix shook his head.
    Rayne