plastic grass.
Is there more holiday stuff there?
Sophie wondered.
She poked around. Yes! There were thecauldrons for trick-or-treat candy. The plastic tombstones for the front yard. A sack of fake spiderwebs.
Oh
! And the brain-shaped Jell-O mold.
And there was also the costume box!
Sophie pumped her fist.
Bingo
! Sophie the Snoop had done it again.
She yanked off the lid and dug in.
She tossed aside the princess dresses and cat ears and fairy wings. Then she came to the Batman suit she had worn when she was four. (What had she been thinking?!) She dropped it on the floor.
Next she pulled out a whole stack of hats — fireman, wizard, cowboy, and more. She was getting closer! Then, at last, at the very bottom, she found the Sherlock Holmes hat she was looking for.
She smiled and put it on.
The hat was big. And kind of itchy. Sophie was not sure which side was the front. She wondered why Sherlock Holmes had picked it. But if one ofthe greatest detectives ever wore it, Sophie the Snoop would, too.
Then Sophie spotted something else in the costume box. The big magnifying glass! She guessed that great detectives had to solve
all
mysteries … no matter how small.
She picked up the magnifying glass and looked at her hand under it. She saw lines she’d never seen before!
She felt something tickle her ankle. She jumped, then looked down. It was Tiptoe, her kitten.
“Tiptoe! Let me look at you!” she said.
Hey, what a great name for a snoop’s pet
! she thought.
She knelt down and held the magnifying glass to Tiptoe’s nose. Then she looked at her ears and her eyes and the tiny pads on her toes.
In fact, once Sophie started, she could not stop looking at everything up close!
Suddenly, Sophie heard a sound. It was coming from upstairs.
“SOPHIE!”
Sophie almost answered. But then she stopped. Her mom was not calling her
whole
name. She was Sophie the
Snoop
, after all!
She rubbed Tiptoe’s chin and waited.
Then Sophie heard something else: “Sophie Hamm Miller! Where are you? You’re going to miss the bus!”
Uh-oh! That was not the whole name Sophie had hoped to hear. But she knew she’d better go.
She’d be in trouble if she didn’t. That was no mystery at all!
S ophie tiptoed up to the bus stop just in time. The school bus was rolling down the street.
“Cool hat!” said her best friend, Kate Barry, when she saw Sophie.
“Why, thank you!” Sophie said back. (She tried to say it with an English accent. But she wasn’t sure it came out right. At all.)
Then Sophie held up the magnifying glass in front of her eye. “And how were your blueberry pancakes this morning?” she asked.
Kate’s mouth fell open. “How did you know?”
Sophie grinned. “Elementary, my dear Kate.Your lips are purple. And there’s syrup on your shirt.”
Kate quickly licked her lips — and the syrup off her shirt. Then she climbed onto the bus behind Sophie.
“Hey, why are you tiptoeing?” Kate asked.
Sophie led Kate to their favorite seat, all the way in the back. “Because I’m a snoop, and snoops tiptoe,” she said. “Everyone knows that.”
Then Sophie told Kate all about her new name.
“Sophie the Snoop … I like it!” Kate said.
Kate was so great! Sophie hugged her.
“There’s just one thing,” Kate added. “I get the tiptoeing. But do you really have to talk like that?”
Was Kate talking about her British accent?
“You don’t like it?” Sophie asked.
Kate twisted her mouth and shrugged.
Sophie shrugged, too. “Okay,” she said in her normal voice. That was a lot easier, anyway. Besides, snoops solved mysteries. What did it matter how they talked?
Sophie just hoped everyone else would like her name as much as Kate did. Then they could call her Sophie the Snoop instead of boring Sophie M. But first she needed to solve more mysteries! So she made an announcement as soon as she got to room 10.
“Sophie the Snoop, at your service!” she said. “There is no mystery I can’t
Is there more holiday stuff there?
Sophie wondered.
She poked around. Yes! There were thecauldrons for trick-or-treat candy. The plastic tombstones for the front yard. A sack of fake spiderwebs.
Oh
! And the brain-shaped Jell-O mold.
And there was also the costume box!
Sophie pumped her fist.
Bingo
! Sophie the Snoop had done it again.
She yanked off the lid and dug in.
She tossed aside the princess dresses and cat ears and fairy wings. Then she came to the Batman suit she had worn when she was four. (What had she been thinking?!) She dropped it on the floor.
Next she pulled out a whole stack of hats — fireman, wizard, cowboy, and more. She was getting closer! Then, at last, at the very bottom, she found the Sherlock Holmes hat she was looking for.
She smiled and put it on.
The hat was big. And kind of itchy. Sophie was not sure which side was the front. She wondered why Sherlock Holmes had picked it. But if one ofthe greatest detectives ever wore it, Sophie the Snoop would, too.
Then Sophie spotted something else in the costume box. The big magnifying glass! She guessed that great detectives had to solve
all
mysteries … no matter how small.
She picked up the magnifying glass and looked at her hand under it. She saw lines she’d never seen before!
She felt something tickle her ankle. She jumped, then looked down. It was Tiptoe, her kitten.
“Tiptoe! Let me look at you!” she said.
Hey, what a great name for a snoop’s pet
! she thought.
She knelt down and held the magnifying glass to Tiptoe’s nose. Then she looked at her ears and her eyes and the tiny pads on her toes.
In fact, once Sophie started, she could not stop looking at everything up close!
Suddenly, Sophie heard a sound. It was coming from upstairs.
“SOPHIE!”
Sophie almost answered. But then she stopped. Her mom was not calling her
whole
name. She was Sophie the
Snoop
, after all!
She rubbed Tiptoe’s chin and waited.
Then Sophie heard something else: “Sophie Hamm Miller! Where are you? You’re going to miss the bus!”
Uh-oh! That was not the whole name Sophie had hoped to hear. But she knew she’d better go.
She’d be in trouble if she didn’t. That was no mystery at all!
S ophie tiptoed up to the bus stop just in time. The school bus was rolling down the street.
“Cool hat!” said her best friend, Kate Barry, when she saw Sophie.
“Why, thank you!” Sophie said back. (She tried to say it with an English accent. But she wasn’t sure it came out right. At all.)
Then Sophie held up the magnifying glass in front of her eye. “And how were your blueberry pancakes this morning?” she asked.
Kate’s mouth fell open. “How did you know?”
Sophie grinned. “Elementary, my dear Kate.Your lips are purple. And there’s syrup on your shirt.”
Kate quickly licked her lips — and the syrup off her shirt. Then she climbed onto the bus behind Sophie.
“Hey, why are you tiptoeing?” Kate asked.
Sophie led Kate to their favorite seat, all the way in the back. “Because I’m a snoop, and snoops tiptoe,” she said. “Everyone knows that.”
Then Sophie told Kate all about her new name.
“Sophie the Snoop … I like it!” Kate said.
Kate was so great! Sophie hugged her.
“There’s just one thing,” Kate added. “I get the tiptoeing. But do you really have to talk like that?”
Was Kate talking about her British accent?
“You don’t like it?” Sophie asked.
Kate twisted her mouth and shrugged.
Sophie shrugged, too. “Okay,” she said in her normal voice. That was a lot easier, anyway. Besides, snoops solved mysteries. What did it matter how they talked?
Sophie just hoped everyone else would like her name as much as Kate did. Then they could call her Sophie the Snoop instead of boring Sophie M. But first she needed to solve more mysteries! So she made an announcement as soon as she got to room 10.
“Sophie the Snoop, at your service!” she said. “There is no mystery I can’t
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