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want to admit it,” Violet suggested.
    “It’s true,” Henry agreed. “It would be easier for one of them to be responsible for the missing things since they both work there.”
    Then Violet told the others about Simone not wanting her to see the note she carried.
    “But,” Jessie protested, “why would Simone or Brian want to take anything from Mr. Brown? He’s so patient and kind — always giving food away. Even if Simone or Brian broke those glasses or ate up the chocolate ice cream, Mr. Brown probably wouldn’t take any money out of their salaries or fire them.”
    The others were forced to agree. “We’ll just have to keep our eye on all of them — Mrs. Saunders, Simone, and Brian,” said Henry.
    “What about that angry customer we saw the first day?” Violet asked.
    “He’s suspicious, too,” Jessie said, nodding. She playfully rang her bicycle bell so Benny would let her pass in front of him. “I’ll race you home,” she called to Violet and her brothers.

CHAPTER 6
Benny Has a Dream
    T hat night, Benny had a dream. He was working in the Ice Cream Shoppe surrounded by cartons and cartons of all different kinds of ice cream — banana, chocolate, raspberry, vanilla, blueberry, and peach.
    In his dream, Benny wore a big white chef’s hat. He spooned the creamy chocolate ice cream from its container and put it in a tall glass. Suddenly more and more glasses appeared. Feverishly, Benny tried to put a scoop of ice cream in each one, but he couldn’t keep up. The glasses clicked against one another. Some of them broke and shattered all over the Shoppe. . . .
    Suddenly Benny woke up. Something was rattling outside his window. He sat straight up in his bed. Was this part of his dream?
    Sleepily, Benny tumbled out of bed and peered out the open window. It was very windy and a tree branch lashed against the house. “That’s probably what I heard,” Benny muttered under his breath.
    As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard boys’ voices in the distance.
    The following day, Benny woke up when Henry playfully tossed a pillow at him.
    “Benny, better get up. Don’t you want to come to the Shoppe with us?” Benny opened his eyes and saw Henry, Jessie, and Violet crowded around his door.
    “Hello, sleepyhead,” Jessie teased. “Do you know what time it is? Almost nine o’clock.”
    Benny turned on his side. “You know, I dreamed about the Shoppe last night.”
    He moved his stuffed bear, Stockings, out of the way so his sisters and brother could sit on the bed. “I dreamed I was the chef.”
    “Did you wear a big hat?” Violet liked knowing what everybody wore.
    “Yes,” Benny murmured. “I was surrounded by all different kinds of ice cream. And some glasses broke. Then I heard a noise outside my window and woke up.”
    “Well, Sir Chef,” Jessie said, getting up to give Benny a bow. “You should invent a new ice cream dish at the Shoppe and name it after yourself. That’s what chefs do.”
    Benny laughed. “Maybe I will,” he said.
    A half hour later, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny were heading quickly down the sidewalk to the Shoppe. As they stopped at the corner to wait for a car to pass, Jessie looked down and stepped out of the way of some broken glass.
    “Watch out!” she warned the others.
    Benny looked down next to his red sneakers. “Broken glass,” he said. “You know I dreamed about broken glass.”
    “Yes, you told us,” Violet said thoughtfully. “You dreamed some glasses in the parlor broke.” She stepped carefully so the glass wouldn’t cut her new lavender sandals.

    “You mean the parfait glasses we couldn’t find yesterday?” Jessie suddenly looked very interested. She bent down to examine the glass more carefully. So did Violet.
    Just beneath the curb Jessie found a big piece that looked like it could be the rim of one of the missing parfait glasses. Jessie held it up and looked very excited.
    “We shouldn’t jump to any conclusions,” Henry