Sugar House (9780991192519) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Jean Scheffler
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side of Detroit, Blanca."
"Oh, I don't know about that…"
"Blanca, please don't be so humble! Mikołaj!
Aren't Blanca's pastries the best in the city?" Mrs. Stanislewski
asked.
"Absolutely! And they should be, for as much
sugar she goes through in a week." He smiled. "Pretty soon I'll
have to buy a car so I can carry it back from the market."
"If she sold them you probably could buy a
car, Mikołaj," Mr. Stanislewski interjected.
"Now stop, all of you," Blanca said. "I could
never charge for my baking. I just enjoy it, and I enjoy sharing it
with others. Here, Joe, why don't you take two cookies and give one
to Walt," she said.
"Is Walt home?" he asked Mrs. Stanislewski
hopefully, as she fanned herself on a chair in the shade.
"Go on upstairs," Mrs. Stanislewski replied,
smiling. "He's in his room." Joe ran up the narrow staircase to
Walt's room. Walt was three years older than Joe and a friendly kid
who didn't mind hanging out with Joe while their parents visited.
Joe found Walt sitting on his bed, glasses lying crooked on his
nose, looking at postcards of the Gold Cup boat races in Manhasset
Bay, New York.
"Hiya Joe! Hey, look at this. These are from
August fourteenth of this year." Walt pointed at a black and white
picture of a hydroplane boat named the Miss Detroit. "This girl has
a two hundred fifty horsepower Sterling engine!"
"Wow! Two hundred fifty horses! How fast can
she go?" asked Joe.
"Almost fifty miles per hour, but she
averages around forty-two in a circular course. The Miss Detroit
won the Gold Cup this year. First time a boat from Detroit has won
since they started racing eleven years ago. Look, see this other
postcard? That's a picture of Jack Beebe standing on her bow. Last
year he was the riding mechanic on the Baby Speed Demon II, but
that boat wasn't from Michigan. He's a master mechanic. He rebuilds
all his engines to make them faster and lighter for racing."
Walt walked over to a small desk and picked
up several books that were piled high on the corner. Papers fell to
the ground, and Joe saw several drawings of engines and boats as he
lent a hand picking up the sheets. Joe knew better than to ask his
friend if he was going to play in the St. Josaphat baseball game.
Walt always refused to play games or baseball with the other boys.
He spent half his time tinkering with small machines and kitchen
tools and the other half down at the river watching boats and
ships.
"What's a riding mechanic?" Joe asked.
"That's the guy that sits in the boat with
the driver. He operates the engine and fixes what breaks while
they're' racing. Last year Jack Beebe whittled a washer for the air
pump of the Speed Demon while they were racing!"
"Boy, how long is a race?"
"Depends on the race," Walt said. "This year
the Gold Cup was five miles."
"Does Jack Beebe ever drive the boat or does
he always just work on the engine?" Joe was very interested; he
hadn't known a boat could go so fast.
"Well, actually this year, when he won again,
he was driving. See, Miss Detroit's driver didn't show up for the
race and five minutes before the starting gun they still had no one
to drive. So the owners of the boat say 'Hey! Can anybody here
drive a boat?' and this guy Johnny Milot says he can. Johnny'd come
to the race to be a mechanic's assistant and had driven the boat a
couple times to test it out but he'd never driven in a race and
didn't know the course."
Joe stared hard at the facial features of the
mechanic on the postcard as Walt continued. The man's face was
wrinkled, and his cap was tilted up above his forehead.
"So the race starts, see? And Johnny decides
to follow the other boats so he can figure out the course. After a
few times around, he tells Jack to let it out. Jack pulls out the
throttle and they start gaining. Then the water starts getting
really rough and young Johnny starts getting banged up and he's
getting sick from the smell of the exhaust from the other boats. So
old Jack takes over driving while
"Oh, I don't know about that…"
"Blanca, please don't be so humble! Mikołaj!
Aren't Blanca's pastries the best in the city?" Mrs. Stanislewski
asked.
"Absolutely! And they should be, for as much
sugar she goes through in a week." He smiled. "Pretty soon I'll
have to buy a car so I can carry it back from the market."
"If she sold them you probably could buy a
car, Mikołaj," Mr. Stanislewski interjected.
"Now stop, all of you," Blanca said. "I could
never charge for my baking. I just enjoy it, and I enjoy sharing it
with others. Here, Joe, why don't you take two cookies and give one
to Walt," she said.
"Is Walt home?" he asked Mrs. Stanislewski
hopefully, as she fanned herself on a chair in the shade.
"Go on upstairs," Mrs. Stanislewski replied,
smiling. "He's in his room." Joe ran up the narrow staircase to
Walt's room. Walt was three years older than Joe and a friendly kid
who didn't mind hanging out with Joe while their parents visited.
Joe found Walt sitting on his bed, glasses lying crooked on his
nose, looking at postcards of the Gold Cup boat races in Manhasset
Bay, New York.
"Hiya Joe! Hey, look at this. These are from
August fourteenth of this year." Walt pointed at a black and white
picture of a hydroplane boat named the Miss Detroit. "This girl has
a two hundred fifty horsepower Sterling engine!"
"Wow! Two hundred fifty horses! How fast can
she go?" asked Joe.
"Almost fifty miles per hour, but she
averages around forty-two in a circular course. The Miss Detroit
won the Gold Cup this year. First time a boat from Detroit has won
since they started racing eleven years ago. Look, see this other
postcard? That's a picture of Jack Beebe standing on her bow. Last
year he was the riding mechanic on the Baby Speed Demon II, but
that boat wasn't from Michigan. He's a master mechanic. He rebuilds
all his engines to make them faster and lighter for racing."
Walt walked over to a small desk and picked
up several books that were piled high on the corner. Papers fell to
the ground, and Joe saw several drawings of engines and boats as he
lent a hand picking up the sheets. Joe knew better than to ask his
friend if he was going to play in the St. Josaphat baseball game.
Walt always refused to play games or baseball with the other boys.
He spent half his time tinkering with small machines and kitchen
tools and the other half down at the river watching boats and
ships.
"What's a riding mechanic?" Joe asked.
"That's the guy that sits in the boat with
the driver. He operates the engine and fixes what breaks while
they're' racing. Last year Jack Beebe whittled a washer for the air
pump of the Speed Demon while they were racing!"
"Boy, how long is a race?"
"Depends on the race," Walt said. "This year
the Gold Cup was five miles."
"Does Jack Beebe ever drive the boat or does
he always just work on the engine?" Joe was very interested; he
hadn't known a boat could go so fast.
"Well, actually this year, when he won again,
he was driving. See, Miss Detroit's driver didn't show up for the
race and five minutes before the starting gun they still had no one
to drive. So the owners of the boat say 'Hey! Can anybody here
drive a boat?' and this guy Johnny Milot says he can. Johnny'd come
to the race to be a mechanic's assistant and had driven the boat a
couple times to test it out but he'd never driven in a race and
didn't know the course."
Joe stared hard at the facial features of the
mechanic on the postcard as Walt continued. The man's face was
wrinkled, and his cap was tilted up above his forehead.
"So the race starts, see? And Johnny decides
to follow the other boats so he can figure out the course. After a
few times around, he tells Jack to let it out. Jack pulls out the
throttle and they start gaining. Then the water starts getting
really rough and young Johnny starts getting banged up and he's
getting sick from the smell of the exhaust from the other boats. So
old Jack takes over driving while
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