Magic Tree House® Books

  #1: DINOSAURS BEFORE DARK

  #2: THE KNIGHT AT DAWN

  #3: MUMMIES IN THE MORNING

  #4: PIRATES PAST NOON

  #5: NIGHT OF THE NINJAS

  #6: AFTERNOON ON THE AMAZON

  #7: SUNSET OF THE SABERTOOTH

  #8: MIDNIGHT ON THE MOON

  #9: DOLPHINS AT DAYBREAK

  #10: GHOST TOWN AT SUNDOWN

  #11: LIONS AT LUNCHTIME

  #12: POLAR BEARS PAST BEDTIME

  #13: VACATION UNDER THE VOLCANO

  #14: DAY OF THE DRAGON KING

  #15: VIKING SHIPS AT SUNRISE

  #16: HOUR OF THE OLYMPICS

  #17: TONIGHT ON THE TITANIC

  #18: BUFFALO BEFORE BREAKFAST

  #19: TIGERS AT TWILIGHT

  #20: DINGOES AT DINNERTIME

  #21: CIVIL WAR ON SUNDAY

  #22: REVOLUTIONARY WAR ON WEDNESDAY

  #23: TWISTER ON TUESDAY

  #24: EARTHQUAKE IN THE EARLY MORNING

  #25: STAGE FRIGHT ON A SUMMER NIGHT

  #26: GOOD MORNING, GORILLAS

  #27: THANKSGIVING ON THURSDAY

  #28: HIGH TIDE IN HAWAII

  Merlin Missions

  #29: CHRISTMAS IN CAMELOT

  #30: HAUNTED CASTLE ON HALLOWS EVE

  #31: SUMMER OF THE SEA SERPENT

  #32: WINTER OF THE ICE WIZARD

  #33: CARNIVAL AT CANDLELIGHT

  #34: SEASON OF THE SANDSTORMS

  #35: NIGHT OF THE NEW MAGICIANS

  #36: BLIZZARD OF THE BLUE MOON

  #37: DRAGON OF THE RED DAWN

  #38: MONDAY WITH A MAD GENIUS

  #39: DARK DAY IN THE DEEP SEA

  #40: EVE OF THE EMPEROR PENGUIN

  #41: MOONLIGHT ON THE MAGIC FLUTE

  #42: A GOOD NIGHT FOR GHOSTS

  Magic Tree House® Research Guides

  DINOSAURS

  KNIGHTS AND CASTLES

  MUMMIES AND PYRAMIDS

  PIRATES

  RAIN FORESTS

  SPACE

  TITANIC

  TWISTERS AND OTHER TERRIBLE STORMS

  DOLPHINS AND SHARKS

  ANCIENT GREECE AND THE OLYMPICS

  AMERICAN REVOLUTION

  SABERTOOTHS AND THE ICE AGE

  PILGRIMS

  ANCIENT ROME AND POMPEII

  TSUNAMIS AND OTHER NATURAL DISASTERS

  POLAR BEARS AND THE ARCTIC

  SEA MONSTERS

  PENGUINS AND ANTARCTICA

  LEONARDO DA VINCI

  GHOSTS

  LEPRECHAUNS AND IRISH FOLKLORE

  For Lillian Grogan Osborne Reynolds

  And with special thanks to Dan Ringuette

  Dear Reader,

  A few years ago I visited County Galway in Ireland. I traveled through seaside towns along the rocky coast and took a boat out to the lonely Aran Islands at the mouth of Galway Bay. I loved the lush green sheep meadows of the countryside, the smell of peat fires wafting through misty rain, the cozy pubs where we had gingerbread and strong tea. Ever since that visit, I’ve loved Irish music and literature—especially the folklore of leprechauns, fairies, and legendary Irish heroes and heroines.

  So now I want to share Ireland with you. Get ready for a journey to the enchanted countryside of Galway, to a time a hundred and fifty years ago, when mysterious creatures still hid in the forests and hills. Be careful not to let them see you, or you might be turned into a skunk or a weasel! But don’t be afraid—just have a great time with Jack and Annie.

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  1. A Beautiful Word

  2. The Big House

  3. Miss Augusta

  4. What Are You Good For?

  5. A Fireside Tale

  6. A Late–Winter’s Daydream

  7. Willy

  8. The Hollow Hill

  9. Skunks or Weasels?

  10. Fare-thee-wells

  11. Lady Gregory

  More Facts from Jack and Annie

  “They can grow small or grow large. They can

  take what shape they choose.… They go by us in a

  cloud of dust; they are as many as the blades of

  grass. They are everywhere.”

  —from Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland

  by Lady Gregory

  Prologue

  One summer day in Frog Creek, Pennsylvania, a mysterious tree house appeared in the woods. A brother and sister named Jack and Annie soon learned that the tree house was magic—it could take them to any time and any place in history. They also learned that the tree house belonged to Morgan le Fay, a magical librarian from the legendary realm of Camelot.

  After Jack and Annie traveled on many adventures for Morgan, Merlin the magician began sending them on “Merlin Missions” in the tree house. With help from two young sorcerers named Teddy and Kathleen, Jack and Annie traveled to places both mythical and real to do Merlin’s bidding.

  On their most recent missions, Jack and Annie found four secrets of happiness to help Merlin when he was in trouble.

  Now Merlin wants Jack and Annie to bring happiness to others—by helping four creative people give their special gifts to the world. They have already helped the first two; now they are ready to find the third.…

  CHAPTER ONE

  A Beautiful Word

  It was a chilly afternoon in late winter. Annie was doing her homework on the computer in the living room. Jack sat on the couch and stared at a blank page in his small notebook. He heaved a sigh.

  “What’s wrong?” said Annie.

  “I have to write a story for school,” said Jack, “and I’m stuck.”

  “Well, you’d better get unstuck,” said Annie. “Mom and Dad said we have to get our homework done before we go to the theater with them tonight.”

  “I know,” said Jack. “But I can’t think of anything to write about.”

  “Why don’t you do what you love to do?” said Annie. “Go outside and write down some facts about what you see. Then turn them into a story.”

  “Hey, that’s a good idea,” said Jack. “Thanks.” He jumped up and grabbed his coat from the hall closet. Then, taking his pencil and notebook with him, he headed outdoors.

  The early March weather was sunny but cold and windy. Jack looked around. Then he wrote down some facts in his notebook:

  old snow in yard

  sun sparkling on sidewalk

  Jack looked up again. Treetops swayed in the March winds. Jack started to write about them. But when he looked down at his notebook, he nearly dropped his pencil. On the page were two large, fancy letters:

  T K

  “Oh, man!” whispered Jack. He dashed back in the house and into the living room. “Annie! Look!” Jack held up his notebook. “Look at this!”

  Annie stared at the page. “Old snow … sun sparkling … Nice.…”

  “No, not that!” said Jack. “The letters!”

  Annie looked at Jack like he was a little crazy. “Uh … what letters?” she said.

  Jack looked back at the page. “They’re gone!” he said. “A big, fancy T and K!”

  “T and K?” said Annie.

  “Yes! For Teddy and Kathleen!” said Jack. “The letters just appeared on the page when I was outside! They were there! Really!”

  “I believe you,” said Annie. She jumped up from the computer. “Let’s go.”

  “Wait, I have to get my backpack from upstairs,” said Jack.

  “Forget it! Come on! The tree house must be waiting for us!” said Annie.

  “Okay, okay,” said Jack. He quickly shoved his notebook and pencil into a pocket of his coat.

  Annie grabbed her jacket. “Mom! Dad! We’re going to take a little break from our homework!” she called.

  “Okay, but make it short! We have to leave for the theater by seven!” their dad called from the kitchen.

  “We will!” said Jack.

  Jack and Annie headed outside. They ran over the melting snow in their front yard and up the sun-sparkling sidewalk. They charged across the street and into the Frog Creek woods. They hurried between the windblown trees until they came to the tallest oak.

  High in the branches was the magic tree house. Their friends from Camelot, Teddy and Kathleen, were looking out the window.

  “Hello!” called Kathleen.

  “Hi!” shouted Annie, waving.

  “Good trick with the magic letters!” Jack called.

  “We thought you’d like that!” said Teddy. “I just learned how to do it!”

  Annie grabbed the rope ladder and started up. Jack followed her. They climbed into the tree house and hugged the young enchanters.

  “So what’s up today?” asked Jack.

  “Where does Merlin want us to go now?” asked Annie.

  “Merlin wants you to go to Galway, Ireland,” said Kathleen.

  “Ireland? Cool!” said Annie.

  “Morgan sent us to Ireland once before—to the ninth century,” said Jack.

  “Yes. Well, this time you will go to Ireland in the nineteenth century,” said Teddy. “To 1862, to be exact. Your mission is to find an imaginative and creative girl named Augusta.”

  “Augusta doesn’t know yet what her talents are,” said Kathleen. “She lives in a time when it is not easy for girls to explore their creativity. Your mission will be to inspire her, so she can give her gifts to the world.”

  “What does that word mean exactly?” asked Annie. “Inspire?”

  “’tis a beautiful word,” said Kathleen, her sea-blue eyes shining. “It means to breathe life into a person’s heart, to make her feel joyful to be alive.”

  “That is beautiful,” said Annie.

  “You may need some magic to help you,” said Teddy. From the corner of the tree house, he picked up the magic trumpet that had helped them on their last journey. “Only this time …”

  Teddy handed the trumpet to Kathleen. She held the shiny brass instrument for a moment. Then she tossed it into the air. The trumpet spun like a whirlwind. There was a flash of blue light—and the trumpet was gone! In its place was a thin silver pipe with six holes.

  “What’s that?” breathed Jack.

  “An Irish whistle,” said Kathleen. She plucked the instrument from the air. “When you face great danger, one of you must play it. It will make magical music. And anything the other one sings will come true.”

  “But remember,” said Teddy, “its magic will work only once.”

  “Right,” said Annie.

  “Thanks,” said Jack. He took the Irish whistle from Kathleen and put it into his pocket. “And did Morgan send a research book to give us information?”

  “Not this time,” said Teddy. “Morgan wants you to draw upon your own experiences in life to help you on this journey.”

  “No problem,” said Annie.

  Jack wasn’t sure about that. He liked having a book of facts to help them.

  “So how do we find Augusta?” said Annie.

  “It should be easy to find her,” said Teddy. “When you land in the county of Galway, Ireland, just ask anyone for directions to the Big House.”

  “Hold on.” Jack pulled out his notebook and wrote:

  County of Galway, Ireland

  Augusta

  Big House

  “Got it,” said Jack. “But how do we get to Ireland in the first place if we don’t have a research book?”

  “Point to the notes you just made and make your wish,” said Kathleen.

  “And when you are ready to come home,” said Teddy, “use the Pennsylvania book as you usually do.”

  “Got it,” said Jack.

  “Go now, and help Augusta,” said Kathleen. “She needs you.”

  Jack pointed to the words Galway, Ireland in his notebook. “I wish we could go there!” he said.

  “Bye!” Annie said to Teddy and Kathleen.

  “Farewell!” said Kathleen.

  “Good luck!” said Teddy.

  The wind started to blow.

  The tree house started to spin.

  It spun faster and faster.

  Then everything was still.

  Absolutely still.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The Big House

  A cold wind blew rain into the tree house. Jack shivered. He was wearing an old overcoat and ragged trousers. Annie wore a scarf, a shawl, and a long red wool dress. They both wore scuffed, worn boots.

  “So where are we?” said Jack. He and Annie looked out the window.

  The tree house had landed in a tree at the edge of a green meadow dotted with woolly white sheep. Next to the meadow was a narrow lane. It ran uphill between low stone walls. Through the drizzle, Jack could see mist-covered mountains in the distance and a flash of silver sea.

  “It looks like a scene in a fairy tale,” said Annie.

  “Yeah, a fairy tale with bad weather,” said Jack.

  “I wonder where the Big House is,” said Annie.

  “I don’t know, but I’d like to get inside it now,” said Jack.

  “Me too,” said Annie, shivering. “Let’s go.”

  Jack crammed his cold hands into the pockets of his torn coat. In one pocket, he felt his notebook and pencil. In the other, he felt the Irish whistle. “I’ve got the whistle,” he said.

  “Good,” said Annie. She held her red skirt and started down the rope ladder. Jack climbed down after her.

  Annie pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders. Jack turned up the collar of his coat. As they tramped through the wet meadow, he felt cold water seeping through holes in his boots.

  Jack and Annie climbed over a stone wall onto the muddy lane. A horse-drawn wagon was rattling toward them down the hill. The wagon was filled with squealing pigs.

  “Excuse me!” Annie called to the driver. “Can you tell us where the Big House is?”

  An old man with a tired, rugged face pointed back up the hill.

  “Thanks!” said Jack.

  The large wooden wheels of the wagon rumbled past, splashing Jack and Annie with mud.

  “Yuck!” said Annie.

  “Now we’re cold and wet and dirty,” said Jack.

  “Yeah, we’re going to look great when we get to the Big House,” said Annie.

  “So what do we do when we get there?” asked Jack.

  “When we find Augusta, maybe we tell her that Teddy and Kathleen sent us,” said Annie, “like we told Louis Armstrong in New Orleans.”

  Just thinking about their adventure with Louis Armstrong made Jack smile. “I don’t know if that will work,” he said. “His world seemed so different from this world. There it was so noisy and busy. Here it feels lonely.”

  “Well, we won’t know until we find Augusta,” said Annie. “Let’s go.”

  Jack and Annie lowered their heads. They plodded up the lane, sloshing in and out of giant puddles. When they reached the top of the hill, they stopped. The muddy lane wound down, past more sheep meadows and some cottages, past a long stable and several barns.

  At the end of the lane was a large open gate that led onto the grounds of a white mansion. Gray smoke rose from the mansion’s chimneys.

  “The Big House!” said Annie.

  “Maybe the people who live there will invite us inside to get warm and dry by a fire,” said Jack.

  Jack and Annie started down the lane. As they passed the sheep meadows, black-and-white dogs barked at them. When they walked by several boys hauling wet hay, the workers looked up and eyed them suspiciously.

  Jack was relieved to get to the gate and head toward the Big House. When they reached the front door, Annie lifted the heavy knocker and let it drop.

  A moment later, the door opened. A pale teenage girl looked out. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

  “Uh … well …,” started Jack.

  “Are you the ones the butler sent for?” the girl asked.

  “The butler?” said Jack.

  “Yes, we are!” said Annie.

  “Then you should go round to the back!” the girl said. Before Jack or Annie could ask for Augusta, the girl slammed the door in their faces.

  “Nice,” said Jack.

  “I hope she wasn’t Augusta,” said Annie.

  “Why did you tell her ‘yes’?” asked Jack.

  “It’s a way to get inside the Big House,” said Annie. “Come on.”

  Jack and Annie tramped through the mud to the back of the mansion. They stopped at a door beneath a large smoking chimney. Annie knocked again.

  This time a young red-haired girl in a cap and apron opened the door. “Yes?” she said.

  “Is your name—” started Annie.

  “Who is it, Molly?” someone called from inside.

 

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