Our Only May Amelia: Part 3

By JENNIFER L. HOLM

That logging camp's a dangerous place for a young girl! he hollered. I don't want you running around there, Do You Hear Me? then his eyebrows got all fierce-looking and met in the middle and he shook his finger at me and That Was That.

I hate it when he scolds me so I ran away. I took the little rowboat onto the Nasel and went to the Baby Island and hid in the old sorcerer tree until Wilbert came to fetch me home. He's the only one who knows about the sorcerer tree. It's all hollow-like and fits a small child like me just fine.

I say Wilbert I reckon I would like to be buried in the sorcerer tree when I die, and he says Fine May but you're not likely to die anyways. You're only twelve and you hafta to be old to die didn't you know that?

I say I did but was just a-planning. And now Wilbert is fooling around with Bosie, trying to get Bosie to jump into the water and chase after the little fishies.

Bosie's a scruffy dog. His hair is missing in places from where it's been lost in fights with the mean raccoon who lives behind the milking barn.

Publisher: HarperCollins

Price: $12.95

Age group: 9 plus years