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ISBN13: 9780395510605
ISBN10: 0395510600
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A resilient and quirky colony of church mice fears another Great X more than they fear cats. Under Mouse Mistress Hildegardeand#8217;s leadership, they save themselves from one danger after anotherand#8212;sometimes just by the skin of their tails! Can one ultimate act of bravery during the feast day of St. Francis get Father Murphy to bless these mice and keep them safe forever? Rife with humor and personality, this young middle-grade novel has an old-fashioned feel with the makings of a modern classic.

Table of Contents

A Bad Time for Babies! 1

Praying for Protection 10

Hildegarde Holds a Meeting 21

Hiding from Father Murphy 32

A Nighttime Raid 45

The Great X 60

Yikes! Outdoors! 71

Ignatious Explains the Horrors 83

Brave Volunteers Needed! 94

One Mouse is Missing! 106

Poor Lucretia! 120

The Blessing of the Animals 137

"This gently Christian piece with Rohmannand#8217;s earnest pencil illustrations will please talking-animal fans."and#8212;Kirkus

"An impeccably constructed, good-humored adventure filled with master plans, near disasters, and brave rescues, all gently frightening for readers even younger than the target audience. Lowry creates a cozy church environment of lenient sextons, disheveled organists, and skittish Altar Guild ladies, from a mouse's point-of-view. Fun and lighthearted."and#8212;Publishers Weekly

"Lowry gilds her story with quaint details, extended in Rohmannand#8217;s charming spot and full-page illustrations, which reinforce the comedy and action and further develop the memorable characters. With touches of surprise and a satisfyingly predictable resolution, this is a strong choice for both classroom sharing and independent reading."and#8212;Booklist

and#160; Chapter 1 and#160;A Bad Time for Babies Hildegarde sighed, a loud, squeaking, outraged sort of sigh, when she was informed that a new litter of mouselets had been born in the sextonand#8217;s closet.Such bad timing! Such bad placement! She scurried from the sacristy, the private room where Father Murphyand#8217;s special priestly clothes were stored. Sheand#8217;d been napping there comfortably, until Roderick, whiskers twitching, woke her with the news. Oh, he was a busybody, no question! Always looking for a reaction. Well, he got one this time! She was furious. Checking carefully to be certain there were no humans around (sometimes the Altar Guild ladies dropped in during the afternoons to rearrange flowers), Hildegarde tiptoed quickly into the large, high-ceilinged church itself, through the side section known as the transept, and entered the central area called the nave. Audaciously she hurried down the center aisle, ready at any instant to disappear into a pew and under a kneeler if someone entered. But the sanctuary was empty and quiet and she made her way, undisturbed, down its length. Next she found herself in the narthex. Hildegarde so liked the formal names for the parts of the church. If she were in an ordinary house, she thought, twitching her nose at the idea, this would be known as the front hall. What anordinaryname!Narthexhad a ring to it. You knew you were in an important place when you entered anarthex! There was a tiny opening here, beside the front door, where the floor had settled slightly. Through the opening Hildegarde could enter the wall. The church mice all used this as an entry or exit because stairs were a problem for them. It was easier to ascend or descend inside the wall, where there were tangled wires and frayed insulation to cling to. Carefully, she scurried downward. Now, having made her way below, she was in the interior wall of the undercroft. Since Hildegarde had lived in Saint Bartholemewand#8217;s all her life she knew the route by heart, especially where to scramble over the copper pipes and how to avoid the places where drifting insulation made her sneeze. There were many exits here in the undercroft: one, she recalled, amused as she passed it, into the nursery, a noisy place on Sunday mornings and best avoided. Babies in general were best avoided. They spent time on the floor, could see into crevices, and had graspy hands. But at least babies couldnand#8217;t talk, and report a mouse sighting! The group to be most feared, Hildegard thought, was the Altar Guild. More than one of the ladies had actuallyshriekedupon happening on a mouse. Oh, dear. Always an uproar when that happened. (Men seemed to be more sensible about such things.) Finally, after passing countless Sunday School rooms and making her way carefully around the complicated piping of the bathrooms, Hildegarde arrived at the entrance, a small gnawed hole, to the sextonand#8217;s closet. She winced when the ragged hole edge grabbed her sleek coat, but wriggled through; then, emerging on the other side within the closet itself, she fastidiously pulled her long, elegant tail through in one swoop. There they were, curled in a nest made from a pile of the sextonand#8217;s cleaning rags: at least seven of them, it appeared, and bright pink, a color Hildegarde had always disliked. Annoyed, she looked around. She knew the mother would be nearby. No self-respecting mouse mother would leave infants this young alone. So someone was hiding. "Show yourself!" Hildegarde commanded. She didnand#8217;t use her commanding voice terribly often, even though she was the matriarch, the chosen Mouse Mistress, and therefore entitled. But she was angry, and ner-vous. The timing of this was so unfortunate. The mouse mother responded with a timid squeak, peeping out from between the ropy tangles of a moldy-smelling mop. "Iknewit would be you! I just knew it!" Hildegarde said. "Who told?" squeaked the mouse, guiltily. She made her way over toward the litter, which was beginning to whimper and wiggle at the sound of her voice. She nudged them back into a tidy pile with her nose and then lay down beside the babies, looking up at Hildegarde. "I simply guessed. It was obvious," Hildegarde said with a sniff. Of course it was Roderick who had told her. "That trashy little Millicent has reproduced again," he had announced in his arrogant, judgmental way, after he had poked Hildegarde with his nose and completely ruined her afternoon nap. She peered down at the young mother. "How many litters does this make?" Millicent cringed in embarrassment. "Four," she confessed. "Four this year? Or four overall?" Hildegarde gave an exasperated sniff. "Oh, never mind. It doesnand#8217;t matter. The point is, as mouse mistress, I am commanding you to stop this incessant reproduction! Itand#8217;s jeopardizing all of us. And particularly now. Do you realize itand#8217;s late September?" Millicent rearranged herself and the mouselets squirmed against her. "Do you mean it will be cold soon? I can make a nest near a heating duct when the furnace comes on." "That is not at all what I mean. But youaregoing to have to move this litter someplace else right away. I donand#8217;t think the sextonand#8217;s here today. But heand#8217;ll be in k7k tomorrow, Iand#8217;m sure. And the instant he reaches for his cleaning rags . . ." Millicent squeaked at the thought. "Exactly," Hildegarde went on. "Basically, the sexton is fairly tolerant. Heand#8217;ll ignore a few droppings. And I know he overlooked the shredding in his stack of newspapers, though he surely knew it was a nest. That was kind of him. But if he were to encounter . . .this!" She gestured toward the pile of pink mouselets. "Well! Do you recall the Great X?" Millicent cringed. "Iand#8217;ve only heard about it," she said nervously. "No, of course you donand#8217;t remember. The last Great X was before you were born. But it was simply terrible. We lost half our population! I vowed not to let it happen again. No more haphazard, willy-nilly reproduction! Careful placement! No visibility!" She looked meaningfully at the litter, sleeping now, curled in the stained rags. "Weand#8217;ve got to get you and these mouselets moved inside the wall right away." She considered the problem, then said, "Thereand#8217;s k8k a perfectly good nest left empty after Zachariahand#8217;s demise." She was silent for a moment, then crossed herself, murmured, "Lord rest his soul," and continued: "Itand#8217;s in the wall behind the menand#8217;s room toilet. A little noisy, Iand#8217;m afraid, because of flushing." "I donand#8217;t mind flushing," Millicent squeaked. "Letand#8217;s get started, then. If you take one and I take another, we can get them all moved in three or four trips." Hildegarde leaned down and took a deep breath. "Oh," she muttered, "this is not pleasant at all." Then she grasped a mouselet by its neck and moved back through the hole into the wall, carrying it carefully, its miniature legs and tail dangling in a slightly wiggly way. Preparing to come after her, Millicent paused and said in a sulky voice, "Lucretia thinks theyand#8217;re cute." Hildegarde heard her but didnand#8217;t dignify the comment with a response. She couldnand#8217;t stand Lucretia, who had competed against her for the role of Mouse Mistress using unfair tactics, and had been a very poor sport about losing. She continued on, carrying the mouselet. But now she was even more furious.Lucretia!Her rival. Her worst enemy. And aliar,too.Cute?These mouselets were a hideous shade of pink, and their ribs showed. They were not cute at all.

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Number the Stars was not a book that caught my eye at first, rather it was an assignment. However, I must admit that upone opening the fresh new book and creasing open the 1st chapter- I could scarcely put it down! Lois Lowry opened up a world I had never even thought of seeing and feelings that I had never dremt of feeling. This book transports you, whole, to a world that was once thought to be over... but as Lowry shows us, memories and history are never quite gone. Make this heroine journey with this young girl and discover a piece of yourself you never thought you possessed. Its an easy must-read.
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Product Details

Lowry, Lois
Harcourt Brace and Company
Feiffer, Jules
Lowry, Lois
Rohmann, Eric
Boston :
World war, 1939-1945
Social Situations - Friendship
Historical - Military & Wars
People & Places - Europe
Religious - Jewish
Historical - Holocaust
Children's 9-12 - Fiction - Historical
Denmark Fiction.
World War, 1939-1945 -- Denmark -- Juvenile fiction.
World War, 19
Social Issues - Friendship
World War, 1939-1945 -- Denmark.
Fairy Tales & Folklore - Single Title
Childrens classics
newbery medal;classic;must-read;holocaust;denmark;danish;world war II;nazi;germa
the giver quartet;lois lowry;historical fiction;milestone
Edition Description:
Trade Cloth
Series Volume:
Publication Date:
April 1989
Grade Level:
from 4 to 6
Black and white illustrations
8.25 x 5.5 in 1 lb
Age Level:

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"Synopsis" by ,
This Newbery Medal Book describes how a ten-year-old Danish girl's bravery is tested when her best friend is threatened by Nazis in 1943.
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This 25th anniversary edition marks another milestone for the Newbery Medal-winning classic Number the Stars. By the author of The Giver, this remarkable work of historical fiction tells  the profound story about a very brave ten-year-old Danish girl and how the Nazis threaten her Jewish best friend in the war-torn world of 1943.
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Princess Patricia Priscilla is bored with her royal life and the excitement surrounding her sixteenth birthday ball. Doomed to endure courtship by three grotesquely unappealing noblemen, she escapes her fateand#8212;for a week. Disguised as a peasant, she attends the village school as the smart new girl, and#8220;Pat,and#8221; and attracts friends and the attention of the handsome schoolmaster. Disgusting suitors, lovable peasants, and the clueless king and queen collide at the ball, where Princess Patricia Priscilla calls the shots. What began as a cure for boredom becomes a chance for Princess Patricia Priscilla to break the rules and marry the man she loves.
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A wry, dry, laugh-out-loud princess tale by the hilarious Lois Lowry, with illustrations by Pulitzer Prizeand#8211;winning cartoonist Jules Feiffer. Princess Patricia Priscilla is bored with her royal life and the excitement surrounding her sixteenth birthday ball. Doomed to endure courtship by three grotesquely unappealing noblemen, she adopts a peasant disguise and escapes her fateand#8212;for a week. In this tale of mistaken identity, creamed pigeons, and young love, the two-time Newbery medalist Lois Lowry compares princesses to peasants and finds them to be exactly the same in all the important ways.
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Princess Patricia Priscilla's sixteenth birthday is in one week.  That means she has seven days before her birthday ball, and seven days before the moment when she must select a suitor to marry.  

Oh, dear.  Seven days is not a very long time, sixteen is not very old, and Princess Patricia Priscilla's prospective suitors consist of a dirty duke, a foppish prince, and foul-mouthed conjoined counts.

Princess Patricia Pricilla is not terribly optimistic about the whole affair.

And so, with her cat Delicious in tow, Princess Pat sneaks off to join the peasant children each day at the schoolhouse in hopes of finding out just what she's been missing before she must resign herself to a wretched future.  But after meeting Fred, Nell, Liz the norphan, and a rather dreamy schoolmaster, Princess Pat wonders if perhaps the plans for her Birthday Ball might require one or two adjustments. . .

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