title: What's in Aunt Mary's Room?
author:  Elizabeth Fitzgerald Howard 
description: Kindergarten-Grade 2?Howard offers another episode in the lives of the characters she introduced in Aunt Flossie's Hats (and Crab Cakes Later) (Clarion, 1991). This time Sarah and Susan's visit to their great-great-aunt's house centers around the exploration of a locked room that once belonged to their Aunt Mary, who died when she was 98. Ever since, Aunt Flossie has been filling the room with "things to save, things to keep." The girls' speculations about what those items might be come to an end when they are asked to make their way over and under boxes and furniture to retrieve the family Bible. Then Susan has the honor of adding her name and birth date and that of her sister to the carefully preserved volume. Lucas's pastel illustrations are paler and less defined than James Ransome's depictions in the previous book about the family. Paradoxically, the girls look younger while Aunt Flossie looks older and less fashionable. Still, a strong sense of intergenerational sharing, pride, and family ties permeates this story as it did the first.?Kathy Piehl, Mankato State University, MN<br />Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: > > DEAD IN THE DINING ROOM
  
  > > A MOORECLIFF MANOR CAT COZY MYSTERY BOOK 1
  
  > LEIGHANN DOBBS
  
  > CONTENTS
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  >  _Chapter 2_
  
  >  _Chapter 3_
  
  >  _Chapter 4_
  
  >  _Chapter 5_
  
  >  _Chapter 6_
  
  >  _Chapter 7_
  
  >  _Chapter 8_
  
  >  _Chapter 9_
  
  >  _Chapter 10_
  
  >  _Chapter 11_
  
  >  _Chapter 12_
  
  >  _Chapter 13_
  
  >  _Chapter 14_
  
  >  _Chapter 15_
  
  >  _Chapter 16_
  
  >  _Chapter 17_
  
  >  _Chapter 18_
  
  >  _Chapter 19_
  
  >  _Chapter 20_
  
  >  _More Books By Leighann Dobbs:_
  
  >  _About the Author_
  
  > > CHAPTER ONE
  
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  A raminta Moorecliff couldn’t have imagined that someone at the family table
  would be having their last meal when she came out of her room dressed in her
  finest bright-orange-and-red flowered polyester pantsuit for dinner.
  
  “Auntie! It’s time for dinner. Do you require assistance?”
  
  Araminta _pshaw_ ed at the slight hint of good-natured sarcasm in her nephew’s
  tone. Archibald Moorecliff, or Archie, as the family affectionately called
  him, knew better 