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Overview
The United States is at war with Germany. Fourteen-year-old Jill Winter's mother is traveling to Newfoundland to be with Jill's sick uncle and must pass through the treacherous North Atlantic where German submarines — U-boats — stalk like wolves. Jill's father, a famous pop singer, is on tour, so Jill is sent to Winter Haven, Maine, to stay with Nana.
Quarry, a local boy, says that "gossip ain't never been so good," and Jill soon discovers he's right — Winter Haven is full of secrets and rumors. First there's Wendy, a teenager who's visiting her aunt Adrie, the owner of a local inn, and who tells so many fanciful stories and secrets, it's hard to know what's true. Then there are the Crystals, a snobbish girls' club, who blackball Wendy because of a dark secret they reveal to Jill. Even Nana seems to be keeping secrets — with her German friend Ida Wilmar! Who's a friend and who's an enemy?
As German subs torpedo American and Canadian ships off the Maine coast, Jill is anxious for her mother's safety. Her fears are heightened when she finds a wounded pigeon with the message Sonnabend iv attached to its leg! When Nana and Ida Wilmar whisper to each other and Jill hears that same word — Sonnabend — she determines to uncover the truth behind the mysteries in Winter Haven. But she soon finds herself in grave danger when she uncovers the biggest secret of all — and must run for her life!
Based on startling historical events that took place in the harbors of Maine during World War II, Shadows on the Sea is a fast-paced mystery that will keep readers guessing from beginning to end.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780689849268 |
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| Publisher: | Margaret K. McElderry Books |
| Publication date: | 09/01/2003 |
| Edition description: | First |
| Pages: | 256 |
| Sales rank: | 1,098,619 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.90(d) |
| Lexile: | 670L (what's this?) |
| Age Range: | 8 - 12 Years |
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Shadows on the Sea
By Joan Hiatt Harlow
Margaret K. McElderry
Copyright © 2003 Joan Hiatt HarlowAll right reserved.
ISBN: 0689849265
Although it was wartime, the dining car maintained a sense of elegance. Little battery-operated lamps flickered on tables, which were covered with starched white tablecloths and linen napkins. Jill was escorted to a table by a smartly dressed waiter who handed her a menu. A small notice on the menu explained how the Boston & Maine Railroad was attempting to keep the selections varied despite war-rationing restrictions. The meal was paid for in the price of her ticket, so Jill could have whatever she chose.
"I'll have a hot turkey sandwich and a pot of tea, please," she told the waiter. Her mother, a Newfoundlander and therefore a British subject, had been brought up with the English custom of having tea every afternoon. There was something about a cup of tea that made Jill feel comfortable and grown-up.
While she waited for her order, she gazed around the dining car. Two sailors were joking and laughing at a table in the corner. Across the aisle, a dark-haired gentleman sipped wine and studied the menu.
A blast of wind caught Jill's attention as someone opened the door and entered the car. A girl who appeared to be a little older than Jill sauntered down the aisle.
She wore a gray dress with a draped bodice and flared skirt, but the wide black diagonal stripes were eye-catching. Her blond hair was smoothly turned into a stylish pageboy and curved prettily at her cheeks. To top it off, this girl was wearing silk stockings! Jill could tell they were silk -- so sheer and smooth. Where did she ever get silk stockings with the war going on?
Jill found herself staring, and as the girl turned, looking for a table, their eyes met. Embarrassed, Jill looked quickly down at her hands.
The girl stepped over to Jill's table. "Is anyone sitting with you? Would you like some company?" She smiled, one dimple appearing on her right cheek.
Jill shrugged and nodded.
The newcomer slid into the opposite seat. "I'm on my way to the shore for the summer. I'm from New York. I find the heat in the city quite oppressive, don't you?"
"I don't live in the city," Jill answered. "I live outside Boston."
"Oh, you're a country girl then?" The stranger removed her white gloves and placed them neatly by her plate.
"No, I'm not a country girl," Jill blurted. Did she look like a country girl in her slacks and Dorothy Lamour hairdo?
The girl seemed engrossed in the menu. She then gave her order to the waiter who hovered over her, filling her water glass and adjusting the silverware. Jill peered a little closer. Yes, she was wearing a touch of red lipstick -- it was not Tangee.
After the stranger ordered a cup of tea and a plate of finger sandwiches, she settled back in her seat and looked out the window. "I hate traveling backward."
Jill was not about to switch seats.
"Oh, my name is Scarlett," the girl continued. "Like in the movie, Gone With the Wind. Everyone comments on my name. Only my name's Scarlett Jones -- not O'Hara."
"I'm Jill Winters."
"Where are you going, if you don't mind my asking?"
"To the shore," Jill answered. "I'm spending the summer at my grandmother's estate. She owns a gorgeous home by the sea." Jill had never been to Nana's house. Nana had purchased it a few years ago, after Grandfather died. From photographs, Nana's house looked old and comfortable, with a big porch overlooking the ocean. However, it was weather-beaten and certainly not gorgeous. But this girl would never know.
"How nice. I'll be managing a tearoom and inn. It's hard to find help with the war on, you know. I'm doing it as a favor to my aunt. She's begged me to come and help her out. I know a lot about publicity and things, since my father is a producer in the film industry."
"He is? What film company?"
"Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, Twentieth Century Fox -- all the big ones."
"I'll watch for his name on the film credits," Jill said.
"Maybe you'll see it. Maybe not. They scroll the names very quickly." Scarlett smoothed her hair. "Daddy has promised to get me an ingenue lead in one of his movies very soon. I study drama at school."
Ingenue? Some theatrical term, I suppose, Jill thought, feeling stupid.
"Daddy thinks I need a little change away from the theater, so he decided I should come to Maine for the summer. It will also give me a taste of seaside living, since that will be the background of his new movie."
The waiter served their dinners together and both girls were quiet as they ate.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jill watched Scarlett admiringly. She poured tea from the silver-plated teapot with her little finger pointed straight out. Using tongs, she delicately dropped tiny squares of sugar into her cup. "Sugar?" she asked Jill. "Cream?"
"No, thank you." Jill tried cutting her turkey sandwich into smaller pieces, holding her little finger out in the same elegant manner, but it felt awkward and she couldn't get a good grip on her knife.
When they were finished, Scarlett patted her lips, then set the napkin on the table. "Now, Jill, tell me about your family."
"My father is a singer. Maybe you've heard of him. Drew Winters?"
Scarlett's blue eyes widened. "Drew Winters is your father?"
"Yes. He's performing in California right now. My mother is traveling...overseas."
"Overseas? With the war going on?"
"I'm awfully worried about her," Jill said truthfully.
Scarlett looked skeptical.
She doesn't believe me, Jill thought. Well, I can make this more interesting. "Actually, my mother works for intelligence. She's a spy."
Scarlett looked suspiciously at Jill. "If your mother was really a spy, you wouldn't be telling anyone."
Jill cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "You're right. Of course, I shouldn't be talking about my mother. I have to be careful. The war, you know." She glanced quickly around and gestured to a poster on the wall that showed the figure of Uncle Sam with a finger to his lips and the words Loose lips sink ships.
For a while neither girl spoke. Then Scarlett said, "So your father is Drew Winters and your mother is a spy."
Suddenly Jill had no idea what she could possibly say next. Her problem was solved as the conductor walked through the dining car. "We will be arriving in Bangor in five minutes," he announced.
Jill got up. "Nice meeting you, Scarlett. Have a good summer." She didn't linger for Scarlett to say good-bye but raced back the length of two cars to her own seat. Then, gathering her luggage together, she waited for the train to stop.
"Bangor! Bangor!" came the singsong chant of the conductor as the engines hissed and the brakes squealed.
It had stopped raining. The platform of the station hovered in long shadows of the setting sun. Was Nana there? Jill hoped she wouldn't have to hang around in the station of a strange town. Her purse tucked under her arm, Jill wrestled with her luggage. Outside, soot and ashes from the steam engine scattered in the wind. The conductor moved her bags to the station platform. "Thank you," Jill said over the noise.
"Jill! Jill!" There was Nana, waving and calling to her. Her blond hair, held back in a fashionable bun, was mixed with silver and shimmered even in the fading sunlight. She wore a white cotton dress and a mint-colored sweater.
Jill bounded off the train. "Nana!" she shrieked, throwing herself into her grandmother's embrace.
"I'm so glad you're here, safe and sound," Nana said after covering Jill's face with kisses. "We'll have a wonderful time together. Look at how tall you've grown since I last saw you!" She eyed Jill's slacks. "Do your mother and father know you're wearing those pants?"
Jill bit her lip. "Um, I bought them after they left," she answered truthfully. "They're very nice for traveling, Nana."
"I see." Nana glanced over Jill's shoulder. "Oh, there's Wendy Taylor! I met her last year when she visited her aunt, Adrie Dekker. My, she's turned into quite a young lady, too. Wendy!" she called. "Come meet my granddaughter, Jill."
Jill whirled around and found herself staring into the flushed face of Scarlett Jones.
Copyright © 2003 by Joan Hiatt Harlow
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Table of Contents
Jill's Transformation
Scarlett
Embarrassing Moments
The Widow's Walk
The Bird Man
Adrie
Shadows
Truth, Dare, Consequences, Promise, or Repeat
Sonnabend IV
The Three Wise Monkeys
Made in Germany
Invitations
Supper at the Tearoom Inn
The Kelpie
Keep in the Sunlight
Tea with the Crystals
Dark Secrets
The Pigeon Flies Home
Bad News from Europe
The Ring
Clambake
Monster from the Sea
Trapped
When You Wish upon a Star
Tweed
Afterword