Three Shrinking Tales: A Matter-of-Fact Magic Collection by Ruth Chew (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))
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For decades, Ruth Chew’s classic chapter books full of everyday magic have enchanted early readers. Now a new generation can fall under her spell and fall in love with reading.
This e-collection turns tiny magic into big surprises! In Do-It-Yourself Magic, a special “Build Anything” kit makes imagined settings come to life. In Earthstar Magic, a slow summer turns upside down when a clumsy witch’s spells go awry. And in Mostly Magic, enchanted objects lead two siblings and a mysterious cat into a series of miniature adventures.
"Ruth Chew's classic books capture the joy of everyday magic." — Mary Pope Osborne, author of the Magic Tree House series
quite a long time. At last, the earl smiled and nodded to his daughter. Rachel saw Lady Isabel clasp her hands as if to keep from clapping for joy. “What about it, kids,” Chester said. “Do you want to go to the fair?” “It must be fun. Everybody seems to be going,” Scott told him. The children followed Chester out of the great hall to the courtyard. They had to go through the thick wall to where the drawbridge went across the moat. Already a group of people was standing there, but Rachel saw
at him. There was no sense in frightening them. Anyway, if anything happened to her, Rachel somehow knew that Chester would take care of Scott. Chester had put the coins they had earned into the purse the earl had given him. He wore the brown cap with the blue feather pushed back on his red hair and strode along with his head held high. “I never knew what I wanted to do for a living,” he told the children. “I like being a minstrel better than anything I’ve ever done.” Scott was quiet. Then he
Trudy said. “But the Head Witch there expelled me from the coven.” “Why?” Ben asked. For a minute Trudy didn’t answer. She looked at the ground. “Lately I forget things,” she said in a sad voice. “And my magic never did work well. Some of the other witches aren’t very good, either. But the Head Witch told me I was the worst she’d ever heard of. She said she wasn’t going to let a good hat and broom go to waste any longer.” Bong! Bong! Bong! Ellen ran down the passage to the mouth of the cave.
“I thought I heard a noise. Maybe somebody is already in the house!” She looked through the venetian blind on the front door. The man in the leather jacket was standing near the sycamore tree in front of the house. He seemed to be waiting for someone. Rachel’s heart began to pound. She tiptoed up the stairs in the hall. Scott came after her. The door of the big bedroom at the front of the house was open. Rachel and Scott saw a man with red hair standing in front of the color television set on
they didn’t sing along. Lady Isabel watched her mother and father. She didn’t clap until they did. Chester played “Yankee Doodle” and “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” Then he stopped. “Now,” the earl said, “tell us about your travels.” Chester rubbed his chin. “I’ve had a most unusual day, my lord. I’ll try to remember it for you.” All the people at the big table stopped talking and leaned forward to listen. Chester began, “It was late in the day. Marty and I were walking past a row of old