Revolutionary War?â
âAnd before the Civil War,â Felix said.
Clara had gotten to her feet and now loomed over them. âI donât mean to be rude,â she said, âbut what ever are you two talking about? And you never did tell me why you are in my barn.â
âI know how we got here,â Maisie said to Felix. âBut I have no idea how in the world weâre ever going to get back.â
The Baseball Game
âClara,â Felix said, âwhere exactly are we?â
âOn Captain Stephen Bartonâs farm,â she answered tentatively.
âAnd where is Captain Stephen Bartonâs farm?â Maisie said, pacing in front of them.
âOxford,â Clara said. Then she added, âMassachusetts.â
Maisie paused in her pacing just long enough to say, âI have no idea where Oxford is. I donât have any idea where anything in Massachusetts is.â
âWhat does it matter?â Felix said miserably. â
Where
we are isnât quite as important as
when
we are, is it?â
His sister broke into a grin as if he had said something wonderful. âThatâs right, bro,â she said, suddenly cheerful.
âHuh?â Felix said. He certainly didnât feel any better. In fact, all he wanted was to be back in Newport, in his bed with his iPod on, and listening to the playlist his father had made for him before heâd gone off to Qatar.
âWell,â Maisie said, her eyes twinkling, âweâre here, right? We might as well make the most of it. I mean, weâll never have an opportunity like this again, will we?â
Clara got to her feet and swept her hand over her dress, wiping off the straw that clung to it. âYou two are just the oddest people Iâve ever come across,â she said.
âYou have no idea what itâs like here,â Felix told Maisie. âThey donât even have baseball yet.â
Maisie grinned. âThatâs where weâll start then,â she said. âWeâll teach Clara Barton here how to play baseball.â
âThey probably donât even have balls,â Felix mumbled.
Clara put her hands on her hips. âWe most certainly do,â she said. âAnd I can throw one with an under swing better than any boyâs and make it go exactly where I intend it to.â
âWeâll see about that,â Maisie said. She couldnât help but think that a girl who had never heard of baseball couldnât play better than two kids whose father had spent countless warm Saturday afternoons in the park teaching them to throw and hit balls.
Clara laughed. âYouâve never had my brother David teach you anything.â
Maisie started to look for something to use as a bat. She picked up and then rejected a pitchfork, a hoe, and a shovel. All too heavy or misshapen.
âClara,â Felix said softly. âI think youâre going to be a good baseball player. Thereâs one player called a pitcher whose job is just to throw the ball, and it sounds like youâd be perfect for that.â
âBut how can you play with that arm of yours?â Clara said, kneeling beside him.
âI forgot all about it!â Felix said, surprised. âThis thing must really be working.â
He watched Clara carefully remove the poultice from his arm.
âI had quite a skating accident myself a couple of years ago,â Clara said as she poked and prodded his arm.
âYou really are a tomboy,â Felix said, unable to hide his admiration.
âThere you go again with your funny words,â Clara said. âA tomboy?â
âA girl who can do things like throw underhanded and skate superfast,â Felix said.
âThatâs me, all right!â Clara said, blushing. âI felt so proud when I heard the surgeon say to my father, âThat was a hard case, Captain, but she stood it like a soldier.ââ Clara patted Felixâs
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