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NATE THE GREAT AND THE LOST LIST
NATE THE GREAT AND THE PHONY CLUE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE STICKY CASE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE MISSING KEY
NATE THE GREAT AND THE SNOWY TRAIL
NATE THE GREAT AND THE FISHY PRIZE
NATE THE GREAT STALKS STUPIDWEED
NATE THE GREAT AND THE BORING BEACH BAG
NATE THE GREAT GOES DOWN IN THE DUMPS
NATE THE GREAT AND THE HALLOWEEN HUNT
NATE THE GREAT AND THE MUSICAL NOTE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE STOLEN BASE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE PILLOWCASE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE MUSHY VALENTINE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE TARDY TORTOISE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE CRUNCHY CHRISTMAS
NATE THE GREAT SAVES THE KING OF SWEDEN
NATE THE GREAT AND ME: THE CASE OF THE FLEEING FANG
NATE THE GREAT AND THE MONSTER MESS
NATE THE GREAT, SAN FRANCISCO DETECTIVE
NATE THE GREAT AND THE BIG SNIFF
NATE THE GREAT ON THE OWL EXPRESS
NATE THE GREAT TALKS TURKEY
NATE THE GREAT AND THE HUNGRY BOOK CLUB
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OLIVIA SHARP
by Marjorie Weinman Sharmat and Mitchell Sharmat
illustrated by Denise Brunkus
OLIVIA SHARP: THE PIZZA MONSTER
OLIVIA SHARP: THE PRINCESS OF THE FILLMORE STREET SCHOOL
OLIVIA SHARP: THE SLY SPY
OLIVIA SHARP: THE GREEN TOENAILS GANG
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Text copyright © 1990 by Marjorie Weinman Sharmat and Craig Sharmat
Cover and interior illustrations copyright © 1990 by Marc Simont
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Contents
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Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
First Page
Extra Fun Activities
About the Authors
I, Nate the Great, am a detective.
This afternoon I was cleaning up
after a big case.
I was sitting in my bathtub singing.
My dog, Sludge, was howling.
I heard a third sound.
The doorbell was ringing.
I stood up.
I rushed toward the door.
I stopped.
I, Nate the Great, was all wet.
I grabbed a towel and my detective hat.
I answered the door.
Pip was there.
“I have come to see you,” he said.
Pip’s hair covers half his face.
I’m surprised he sees anything.
“Why did you come to see me?” I asked.
Pip didn’t answer.
Pip doesn’t say much.
“Do you need a detective?” I asked.
“Do you have a case to solve?”
Pip nodded his head
up and down twice.
Then he opened his mouth.
“Right away!” Hurry!” he said.
Pip handed me a piece of paper.
It was a note for Pip from Rosamond.
I knew it would be strange.
I read the note.
“A MUSICAL NOTE FROM ROSAMOND:
Dear Pip,
Your mother phoned.
At four o’clock
when your lesson is through
this is what you have to do:
A note. Step left until
you reach the middle.
Step up and you will
solve this riddle.
Your piano teacher, Rosamond.”
I read the note once.
I read the note twice.
I read it three times.
Some things get better with time.
Rosamond’s note just got stranger.
I could see why Pip needed me.
“You’re taking piano lessons
from Rosamond?” I asked.
Pip nodded his head up and down.
“At Rosamond’s house?” I asked.
“At Rosamond’s garage,” he said.
“I went there to take my lesson.
But I found this note
instead of Rosamond.”
“Do you have any idea what
your mother wants you to do
at four o’clock?” I asked.
Pip shrugged.
“Do you know where
your mother is?” I asked.
Pip shrugged again.
“So what does the note mean?” he asked.
“It means that I, Nate the Great,
have a case I must solve
by four o’clock.
It is ten past three.
We don’t have much time.”
I got dressed fast.
I wrote a quick note to my mother.
“We must go to Rosamond’s garage,”
I said to Pip.
Pip, Sludge, and I rushed to
Rosamond’s garage.
I heard piano music.
I knew we were on the right track.
I rushed into the garage.
I rushed out of the garage.
Annie and her dog, Fang,
were in there,
sitting on a piano bench.
Annie was playing
an old piano.
Fang’s mouth was wide open.
He was getting ready to sing.
Or bite.
I didn’t want to find out which.
But I had to look for clues.
I went back into the garage
with Pip and Sludge. Slowly.
Annie stopped playing the piano.
Fang closed his mouth.
I was glad about that.
I held up Rosamond’s note.
“Do you know anything
about this?” I asked Annie.
“No,” Annie said.
“And Rosamond isn’t here.
She went out to buy stars.”
“Stars?”
&
nbsp; “Yes. Rosamond sticks a star on you
if you have a good music lesson.
But now she’s late for my lesson.
It was supposed to start at three.”
Suddenly Pip spoke.
“Hey, so was mine!” he said.
“Rosamond needs more than stars,” I said.
“She needs an appointment book.”
I turned to Pip.
“Show me where you found your note.”
Pip pointed to the music stand
just above the piano keys.
“Right there,” he said.
I looked at the piano.
It was scratched and sagging
and peeling.
But that was not a clue.
I looked around the garage.
In the middle of it I saw
some wide wooden boards
on top of some old blankets.
There was a sign on it.
It was strange, but it was not a clue.
Or was it?
“Sit down at the piano, Pip,”
I said, “as if you were
taking a lesson from Rosamond.”
Annie moved over.
Pip sat down between Annie and Fang.
He was brave.
I, Nate the Great, thought about
where Pip would be if he took
some steps to the left.
He would be in the middle
of the garage.
That fitted with the riddle.
Then if he stepped up,
he would be on Rosamond’s stage!
I had solved the case.
It was my easiest case.
Or was it?
Sludge and I sat down on the stage.
I was thinking.
Why would Pip’s mother
want him on this stage?
It was full of splinters.
It was not a good place to be.
It couldn’t be the answer.
I said, “We will have to wait
for Rosamond to come back
and tell us what the note means.”
Pip spoke up.
“I already did that.”
“You talk too much,” I said.
We all waited.
And waited.
How long could it take
to shop for stars?
Too long.
What if Rosamond didn’t come back
until after four o’clock?
Suddenly I saw something shiny.
Rosamond walked into the garage,
carrying a bag full of stars.
She was followed by her four cats,
Super Hex, Big Hex, Plain Hex,
and Little Hex.
They were covered with stars.
I held up Pip’s note.
“What does this mean?” I asked.
Rosamond smiled.
“Pip’s mother phoned with a message.
I turned it into a music lesson.
Pip has had fifteen minutes
of piano lessons,
so he should know
what my note means.
You’re a sharp detective,
so you should also know
what it means.”
“I, Nate the Great,
know what this means.
It means I still have a case to solve.”
Rosamond grabbed my arm and
pulled me over to the piano.
“How about a piano lesson?” she said.
Pip, Annie, and Fang
got off the bench.
Rosamond sat down.
“I’m going to play the scale
starting from middle C.
Watch my finger
as it moves to the right.”
“No,” I said. “You watch me
as I move out of this garage.
I am leaving.”
Rosamond grabbed my arm again.
“Watch! Middle C.
D. E. F. G. A. B. C.”
Rosamond played eight white notes
in a row on her piano.
“I just played a scale
starting with middle C,” she said.
“Got it, Nate?”
I, Nate the Great, got it.
But I didn’t want it.
I started to sneak out of the garage.
Rosamond kept on.
“See the black notes?
A black note is called a sharp
when it’s above a white note,
and it’s called
a flat when it’s—”
Rosamond stopped talking.
She got up and pulled me back
to the piano.
“I’m not done,” she said.
“I gave my cats singing lessons.
Do you want them to know
more than you do?
Do you want them to have
more stars than you?”
“Yes,” I said.
Rosamond pressed a white key
near the middle of the keyboard.
I knew it was middle C.
I, Nate the Great, am a fast learner.
Super Hex screeched middle C.
“Very good,” Rosamond said.
Sludge did not think so.
He ran out of the garage.
Rosamond moved her finger up
to the black note above middle C.
I knew it was C-sharp.
“This is Big Hex’s favorite note,”
she said.
I, Nate the Great, did not want
to hear Big Hex screech C-sharp.
I ran after Sludge.
Pip ran after me.
Rosamond ran after Pip and me.
“You owe me five cents
for the piano lesson,”
she said to me.
Then she reached for Pip.
“It’s time for your lesson.
You only have until four o’clock.”
Pip turned, took two steps,
and tripped over Sludge.
Rosamond pulled a hairbrush
out of her pocketbook.
She brushed Pip’s hair
back from his eyes.
“Now you can see
where you’re going,” she said.
I said, “I will be back
when I’ve solved the case.”
I turned to Sludge.
“We must look for musical clues.
We have to go where there is music.”
Sludge ran ahead.
I knew where he was going.
Five minutes later we were
at the band concert in the park.
Sludge and I sat down under a tree.
“We have to listen hard,” I said.
“We have to use our ears and our eyes.”
Sludge got up.
He took one step to the left.
He took one step to the right.
He stepped backward and forward.
Sludge was dancing to the music.
Sludge was not dancing to the music.
A bee was after Sludge.
I went to rescue him.
Now the bee was after me.
The bee buzzed away.
“Let’s go home, Sludge,” I said.
I, Nate the Great, needed pancakes.
Pancakes help me think.
Sludge and I started to walk home.
We walked fast.
I only had until four o’clock
to solve this case.
Did I have any good clues?
I had a strange musical note
that told Pip what he had to do
at four o’clock.
But if he did it, he would still be
in Rosamond’s garage.
I did not see or hear
any clues in her garage.
All I got was a strange piano lesson.
I did
not see or hear any clues
at the band concert.
All I got was a buzzing bee
after Sludge and me.
I kept thinking and walking.
I had to take this case one step at a time.
One step at a time?
I looked at Sludge.
“Sludge, you’re a genius.
Your dance steps
that weren’t dance steps
at the band concert
have just solved the case.”
Sludge and I took giant steps
back to Rosamond’s garage.
We stepped inside.
Pip was playing the piano.
Rosamond was leaning over him.
Annie and Fang were watching.
“Stop the music!” I said.
“I, Nate the Great,
have solved your case, Pip.
Please get up, step left to the middle
of the garage, and step up.”
Pip followed my directions.
“I’m on the stage!” he said.
“And I, Nate the Great, say
that’s where your mother wants
you to be at four o’clock.”
“Why?” Pip asked.
I said, “When Sludge and I were
at the concert in the park,
I thought I saw Sludge do dance steps.
That gave me the answer to this case.”
“I don’t get it,” Pip said.
“I will explain,” I said.
“Rosamond gives piano lessons
to you and Annie.
Rosamond gives singing lessons
to her cats.
So Rosamond gives different
kinds of lessons.”
“So what?” Pip said.
“I, Nate the Great, say that
the steps in Rosamond’s note
are a double clue.
Ordinary steps
to get to the stage
and dance steps
after you get there.
At four o’clock your mother
wants you to start taking
dancing lessons from Rosamond.”
Rosamond clapped her hands.
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