The Curious Adventures of Jimmy McGee

The Curious Adventures of Jimmy McGee

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Jimmy McGee is a tiny, leprechaun-like man whose peaceful life is disrupted when he rescues Amy's doll Little Lydia from a monstrous wave that sweeps her off the beach. Can Jimmy find a way to restore Little Lydia to her original state as a "do-nothing doll" before he returns her to her rightful owner? From the bestselling author of Ginger Pye comes the quirky story of a little man who saves the day in a big way.

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547595641

  • ISBN-10: 0547595646

  • Pages: 224

  • Price: $7.99

  • Publication Date: 08/01/2005

  • Carton Quantity: 1

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 840L

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Author

Eleanor Estes

Eleanor Estes (1906-1988) grew up in West Haven, Connecticut, which she renamed Cranbury for her classic stories about the Moffat and Pye families. A children's librarian for many years, she launched her writing career with the publication of The Moffats in 1941. Two of her outstanding books about the Moffats—Rufus M. and The Middle Moffat—were awarded Newbery Honors, as was her short novel The Hundred Dresses. She won the Newbery Medal for Ginger Pye.  
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John O'Brien

John O'Brien is a well-known NEW YORKER cartoonist. For Clarion, he has illustrated DEAR OLD DONEGAL
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  • reviews

    "A story of high-flown, lighthearted imagination . . . This is a sweet fairy tale, one of Estes's most bewitching creations."--Publishers Weekly

    "Delightfully imaginative, with originality and humor. The author has a deep sense of a child's world of wonder."--Christian Schools International

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    Amy's Who's Who Book

    At first Jimmy McGee didn't know he was a hero. He never even thought what he was. Just a busy fellow, a plumber, mainly. Banging on pipes, waking people up, fixing things, making faucets stop dripping, going here, going there . . . zoomie-zoomie. That was his business.

    But one day he found himself on a page in a book. The name of this book was the Who's Who Book by Amy. It was a little brown-red notebook that happened to open, as if by magic, to the M page. He read this:

    McGee, Jimmy: a little fellow, a plumber, a banger on pipes, a HERO.

    That's what astonished him . . . HERO! Why hero? The rest of what the book said about him was correct. But why, why hero? He had to try to find an answer to this startling question.

    It was an evening during the summer, and the place was a little cottage in Truro on Cape Cod. The cottage, named The Bizzy Bee, was high up on a dune at the beach. The little girl Amy, who wrote that book, her mother, her father, who was a teacher and had all summer for a vacation, and their great dog, a dark brown-and-white springer spaniel named Wags, were the people who called this cottage their summer headquarters. Spending the summer with Amy was her best friend, Clarissa. Both Amy and Clarissa had long blond hair and blue eyes; both were seven, going on eight, and in the same class in school.

    Amy didn't know where Jimmy McGee's summer headquarters were. Nobody knew. Most people didn't even know about Jimmy McGee at all. But Amy did. Otherwise she would not have put him in her Who's Who Book in the M's.

    The family had only just arrived in the old gray Dodge and were bringing in their luggage and cartons, putting them in the right rooms of The Bizzy Bee. While the big people were unloading, Amy and Clarissa raced around the cottage. At the front, which faced the sea, they stood, silent, at the top of the dune and looked out at the wide, wide ocean. They flung back their arms, took in deep breaths of the pure ocean air, and watched the waves come rolling in and break on the sunny, sandy beach way down below.

    Amy said, "Clarissa. It's a rule that we cannot roll down, down the dune to the sandy beach. You'd like to, I know. So would I. But it's a rule my mama and papa made, and they don't make many. When they do, they always have a good reason. Here, Clarissa, you know the sand of the dune might collapse and come pouring down on you and smother you to smithereens."

    "O-o-oh!" Clarissa gasped. She drew back from the wispy weeds at the top of the edge of the dune.

    Amy laughed. "Well," she said. "Now, we'll go over there. There are steps there. Twenty-six in all. Just like the alphabet."

    These steps led down to the beach and were only about fifteen feet from the front of The Bizzy Bee.

    At the top of the gray weather-beaten wooden stairs there was a little platform with a bench to sit on. There Amy and Clarissa and Amy's mother and father and their friends could sit and shake the sand off their wet towels, wipe off their feet, relax, and watch the seagulls, screaming and swooping down to fight over something they thought was good to eat.

    Clarissa watched them in fascination. This was the time of day, late in the afternoon, when they were likely to find their best pickings. They'd make a dive for something. Even if it was nothing to eat, they all thought it might be.

    Now, Amy and Clarissa watched the last few straggling people, who had stayed the longest, gather up their things to go home to dinner. Tiredly they plodded down the beach a ways to their own stairs. Each cottage had about twenty-six steps from the beach to the dune above.

    "Tomorrow we'll be doing that," said Amy happily. "Too late this afternoon."

    Amy fumbled around in the pocket of her blue sweater. "Ah!" she said. "Here it is! Got stuck in a loose stitch." She took out her special red-brown notebook that she almost always carried around with her in case she needed to write something in it. She showed it to Clarissa.

    The Who's Who Book by Amy was the name of it. It was a little frayed and bent at the edges, but Clarissa saw at once that it was a very important book. "A book of names," said Amy happily.

    Clarissa held the book for a moment carefully as though she were holding a rare treasure. Then the book opened itself to the M page. Amy said, "It's a sort of magic book. It always opens itself to the M page. That's the L page, too, right ahead of the M's. Even after you think you have closed the book tightly, it always springs back to the L and M page. I should put an elastic band around it, but I won't."

    "Why do you 'spose it does that?" Clarissa asked curiously.

    "Because it's the magic page that has the name of Jimmy McGee on it," said Amy. "He's . . ."

    Without waiting to hear more, Clarissa interrupted. "Am I in it, that book of names of yours?"

    "Of course," said Amy. "Book begins with 'A for Amy, a little girl, age 7.'

    "'B for Bear . . . my Teddy Bear, age 3.' Now C for . . . guess who?"

    "Me!" exclaimed Clarissa, delighted.

    "Yes," said Amy. She put her finger on the C's. . . . "C for 'Clarissa, a little girl, age 7. Amy's friend.'"

    Clarissa smiled. "How can you be in a book and out of a book at the same time?" she asked.

    "Can," said Amy. "Same as being in and out of a mirror at the same time."

    "Oh, of course!" said Clarissa.

    "Begins with Amy, that's me. Ends with Z," said Amy.

    "Z! What doll or person do you have under Z?" asked Clarissa.

    "'Z: Zazoom, a clown doll,'" said Amy. "Zoomie-zoomies are named after him."

    Clarissa laughed. "'Zoomie-zoomies!'" she said. "What's that?"

    "O-o-oh," said Amy. "It's a magic that can make people who have it do curious things," she said. "Maybe even animals, maybe even a doll. Well, it's magic."

    "Did you bring Zazoom with you?" asked Clarissa.

    "No," said Amy. "Couldn't bring all the dolls and clowns and everybody. I brought Little Lydia, named after Lydia, Big . . . you know, the doll who swallowed the thermometer. Left her home . . . too big. The only doll I brought is Little Lydia, and see? She is on the line right above 'McGee, Jimmy.' See?"

    "Is my doll-I did bring her-Pee-Wee, in it?" asked Clarissa.

    "Yes," said Amy. "And Wags is in it, and all my family . . ."

    Amy closed the book. But it sprang open again to the M page. "See?" she said. "It always does that. There he is! 'McGee, Jimmy: a little fellow, a plumber, a banger on pipes, a HERO.'"

    Clarissa said, "Why do you call Jimmy McGee a hero?"

    "Because," said Amy, "he always has to do such hard things, such very hard things, hard and curious, that no one else has ever even thought to try to do."

    "Oh my, yes, of course!" said Clarissa. "He is a hero all right."

    Clarissa asked if she could hold this important book for a minute and see if it flipped back to the M's if she were holding it. "I'll be careful," she said.

    Amy handed Clarissa the book. Holding the book tightly in her little fist, she recited as though it were a lesson in school, "A is for Amy, B is for Bear, C is for me, Clarissa . . ." She paused. "That's all I'll say now. It's enough to make the test." She then placed the book in her lap. Right away it sprang open to the M page. "Well! What do you know? Your book is magic, too."

    Amy laughed. "Likes the letter M and the letter L," she said.

    Amy and Clarissa laughed and laughed and did the "Open Book!" test over and over. It never failed. "Likes McGee, Jimmy. Likes Lydia, Little!"

    "All the same," said Clarissa, "I want to know more. Jimmy McGee must be more than a name in your Who's Who Book, Amy. Exactly who is Jimmy McGee? Where does he live, for instance?"

    At that moment th...

Available Resources

Related Categories

  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547595641

  • ISBN-10: 0547595646

  • Pages: 224

  • Price: $7.99

  • Publication Date: 08/01/2005

  • Carton Quantity: 1

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 840L

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