The Quail Club Paperback - 2008

Excerpt

Oy would never forget the day when Liliandra had tapped her on the shoulder and held out a piece of paper that began: You are invited . . . At first, Oy thought it was a birthday party invitation. But this seemed even better. A club . . . Oy hadn’t even known what quail meant, but she’d wanted to be part of the group of friends.

Hejski’s dad had taken all five of them to an ice-cream parlor to celebrate the formation of the club. They’d sat at round tables in the sunshine, and Oy had licked her coconut-flavored scoop extra slowly.

Afterward they’d set up the incubator on Hejski’s back porch and studied pictures of quail on the Internet. Oy had learned that quail were birds with plumes on their heads. . . .

She couldn’t imagine not being part of the club. If Liliandra made her leave, she wouldn’t see the quail hatch. But even more important than the quail was the chance to hang out with the other girls. To talk about silly things. To make plans together. To have friends. To be a friend. She hadn’t been lonely since the club was formed.

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Oy would never forget the day when Liliandra had tapped her
on the shoulder and held out a piece of paper that began: You are
invited . . . At first, Oy thought it was a birthday party invitation. But
this seemed even better. A club . . . Oy hadn’t even known what quail
meant, but she’d wanted to be part of the group of friends.

Hejski’s dad had taken all five of them to an ice-cream parlor to
celebrate the formation of the club. They’d sat at round tables in the
sunshine, and Oy had licked her coconut-flavored scoop extra slowly.

Afterward they’d set up the incubator on Hejski’s back porch and
studied pictures of quail on the Internet. Oy had learned that quail were
birds with plumes on their heads. . . .

She couldn’t imagine not being part of the club. If Liliandra made
her leave, she wouldn’t see the quail hatch. But even more important
than the quail was the chance to hang out with the other girls. To talk
about silly things. To make plans together. To have friends. To be a
friend. She hadn’t been lonely since the club was formed.

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THE QUAIL CLUB by Carolyn Marsden. Copyright © 2006 by Carolyn Marsden. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.