age; that much I knew. Apparently, she thought her babysitters were her friends, though. Then Ellie had burst her bubble. Yet Charlotte had been asking for me. If I had come over just to visit (not to babysit), it would have proved I truly was a friend. No wonder she was upset.
âHey, Char,â I said, âremember when we gave Jamie Newton the Big Brother Party? I invited you. I wasnât baby-sitting for you then.â
âYeah â¦â said Charlotte slowly.
âAlso, what do Michelle and Leslie and Cathy do when they baby-sit for you?â
âWatch TV. Talk on the phone. Once Leslie brought her boyfriend over.â I raised my eyebrows. âCathy always does her homework, but she wonât help me with mine. She says, âIâm busy now.â â
âWhat do
I
do when I baby-sit?â
âWell, you bring the Kid-Kit. We read stories and take walks and play games.â
âThatâs being a friend, isnât it?â I asked.
Suddenly, Charlotte gave me a fierce hug.
âYes,â
she said, âIâm sorry I was mad.â
âThatâs all right.â I made a mental note to help Charlotte make some friendsâsome seven-year-old friendsâin the neighborhood. One of the Pikes was seven, I thought. Then I told her what I had told Jamie that afternoonâthat if she didnât like her new sitters, she should talk to her parents. In particular, she should mention that Leslie had invited her boyfriend over.
By the time Dr. Johanssen returned, Charlotte seemed like her old self.
And Charlotteâs mother was very helpful. âItâs funny,â she said when I asked about a doctor. âYou know what I was going to tell you? I was going to tell you about this very sensible doctor in New York. I guess we were thinking along the same lines.â
I asked about the doctorâs office and whether he had a lot of diplomas. He seemed to fit the bill. âDo you think I could get an appointment with him on Saturday afternoon?â I asked. âThatâs just three days away.â
âIâll pull a few strings,â said Dr. Johanssen. âAnd I better explain things to your parents.â
âOh, no. Please donât!â I cried. âIt has to be a surprise. Otherwise itâll never work.â
âWell, how about if I write a note to your parents? You can give it to them over the weekendâbefore you see the doctor.â
âAll right,â I said at last. That wasnât quite what I had planned on, but I was willing to compromise. I didnât want Dr. Johanssen to get in any trouble. âThatâs great,â I said, and thanked her.
I ran home feeling excited.
My plan was underway.
Thursday, December 11
Surprise! Today, Stacey called an emergency club meeting for lunchtime. That was unexpected for two reasons. First of all, Kristy had said no more club business in school. Second, Kristy calls emergency meetings at the drop of a hat, but no other member has ever called one. Stacey called one, though, and it was a good thing she did, because what she told us got the club ready for the final battle in the war against the Baby-sitters Agency.
I read what Mary Anne wrote in our notebook about battles and wars, and I think she was being overly dramatic. However, she was rightâit was good that we held that meeting. It started us thinking about some important things.
Finding a place to hold the meeting turned out to be a problem. Kristy acted as if the school were bugged or something.
âHow about at a separate table in the cafeteria?â Claudia suggested.
âAre you kidding? Never!â said Kristy. âSomeoneâs
sure
to overhear us.â
âIs there an empty classroom we could sit in?â asked Mary Anne.
Kristy rejected the idea. âItâs too easy for someone to stand outside the door and eavesdrop.â
âI guess the girlsâ room
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