The Quest of the Missing Map Quotes

“Nancy fell so hard that the breath was knocked from her, but she struggled to her feet.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“A few minutes later Bill Tomlin slipped away from the group and followed Ellen down portside. Presently their voices, half-talking, half-laughing, could be heard against the sound of splashing waves. The other couples strolled about the deck, enjoying the mild breezes and stopping to watch the moon’s reflection ripple on the water.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

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― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“The Primrose was a comfortable, seaworthy craft which plowed through deep waves with scarcely a roll. Even so, Mrs. Chatham, a poor sailor, soon was confined to her cabin with a mild case of seasickness. Ellen and Trixie shared an adjoining stateroom. Left mostly to themselves, Nancy, Ned, and the other couples thoroughly enjoyed the daylight hours on deck. The second night out they danced to records and held an impromptu entertainment. Bill Tomlin, a talented guitar player, was asked to accompany Ellen. The young people would not let her stop until she had sung several selections. All applauded her loudly. Finally she begged off, saying she must put Trixie to bed.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“The bass drum thumped loudly and the chairman of the dance committee, Jeff Garwin, rose to speak. “Your attention, please!” he said over the microphone. “I have an important announcement to make. The next event on our program is the presentation of a pantomime produced by members of the Emerson College Dramatic Club. “As you all know, it is our custom each year to select an attractive young lady to preside over the event. She will wear the Festival Robe and Crown. After careful consideration by a committee of faculty and students, a choice has been made.” A hush fell over the audience as the announcer paused a long moment. “Will Miss Nancy Drew please come to the stage,” he said, smiling down at the girl. The students clapped and whistled. Though startled, Nancy responded with poise and mounted the improvised stage. She donned a white robe, a golden paper crown, and accepted the seat of honor.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“The following morning Nancy spent two hours at the library examining old atlases and historic records. Although the librarian permitted her access to some old and precious maps, she could find no chart which bore any resemblance to the scrap in her possession.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“Nancy drove to River Heights and dropped George and Bess at their homes. In a few minutes she reached her own brick colonial house, which set back from the street and was reached by a curving driveway. Mr. Drew’s sporty sedan rolled in right behind her. “Hello, Nancy,” the lawyer greeted his daughter fondly. “I came home early today—had a rather hard session in court.” Nancy and her father strolled through the garden. “Dad, let’s sit down here,” she suggested after a few moments, indicating a stone bench. “I have something to show you.” “A letter from Ned Nickerson?” he teased. “Or is it from a new admirer?” Nancy laughed. “Neither. It’s something I copied today from part of a map of a treasure island!”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map

“The car sped on past the outskirts of River Heights. Halfway to Wayland, Nancy turned into a shady road and presently drew up near a sign which read Rocky Edge. She drove slowly up a curving tree-lined lane toward the house. It was a large rambling structure, half hidden from the road by masses of high, overgrown shrubs. The driveway led to a pillared porch. “It’s creepy here, isn’t it?” Ellen remarked nervously. “Oh, not really,” Nancy replied. “No trimming has been done on the grounds, but that gives the place atmosphere.” “I could do without it,” Ellen said uneasily as they got out of the car.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Quest of the Missing Map