“It would be nice if you didn’t talk with your mouth full either,” Mom added. Mac gulped. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I have to eat fast though. I have to go over to Joseph’s. He’s got a big problem he needs me to help him with.”
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“How come you don’t go up in the mountains to cut your Christmas tree?” Mac asked. “That’s what I like to do! Sometimes we drive way, way up in the mountains on steep roads until we’re about on top of the world. And it’s all snowy up there."
Joseph Anderson Donetti filled his arms with a load of wood from the shed. He started down the path to the back door of the Beekman House. This wood was heavy stuff! No wonder pioneer boys had been so strong.
Mac gave a little sigh. She had wanted a camera of her own for a long, long time. Maybe someday her parents would take her on a trip and buy her a camera to take along too.
Joseph Anderson Donetti frowned. “I don’t really like writing reports,” he reminded G.M.
Mrs. Evans studied her daughter’s outfit. The long-sleeved light blue dress with tiny white flowers buttoned up the back. The long, full skirt hung almost to her ankles. “I think you look perfect!” she said. “You look like you just stepped out of the year 1911.”
Joseph Anderson Donetti heard her coming all the way across the yard. He peeked through the window, and then he hurried to open the back door. Mac was running so fast, he was afraid she couldn’t stop to knock.
Joseph Anderson Donetti stared at Mac. “That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had!” he exclaimed. “One ‘Sunshine Yellow’ wall? One red wall? One white wall? And one green wall? It would be the ugliest Mother’s Room on the face of the earth!”
Mac looked at Trevor with squinty eyes. “Are you sure you don’t know anything about this?” she asked with deep suspicion.
