Chapter One: I Have a Secret Plan
As soon as my chores were done, I rushed up the narrow stairs to my attic room and ran to the window.
It was only a tiny window. But from it, over the jumble of Seattle rooftops, I could see the waters of Puget Sound.
I spent hours alone here. Sometimes I sat with my pencil and paper, sketching the busy harbor or the snow-tipped mountains in the distance. Mostly, like now, I watched for boats.
Was that a steamship coming in? If only I had a pair of binoculars. I squinted to be sure. Yes, a large steamship was headed for the docks.
I'd have to run down the hill to get there in...