Password to Larkspur Lane Quotes

“Bell seated himself behind the desk, motioning for Nancy to stand opposite him. There was tense silence for a moment. Then Bell reached for a desk telephone.
"I am going to call the police, Miss Drew, and turn you over to them on a charge of trespassing, breaking, and entering with an attempt to steal."
"I wish you would," Nancy replied. "if it is possible over that dummy telephone.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“Luther, bring the gatekeeper quickly!" Bell ordered. "Just how did you get in, Miss Drew?"
"I came in at the entrance," Nancy replied. "The larkspur is beautiful.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“I'll wire the International Federation of American Homing Pigeon Fanciers and give them the number stamped on the bird's leg ring.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“By this time she had reached the Blenheim estate on the outskirts of River Heights. The broad tree-shadowed lawn was filled with women setting up displays for the annual charity flower show. Nancy had been assigned a spot in the greenhouse behind the mansion. As she set her larkspur arrangement in place, the chairman came up to her. “My, Nancy, your delphinium are gorgeous,” Mrs. Winsor said. “Thank you,” Nancy replied. “I just adore larkspur,” the woman said. “Such a lovely old-fashioned flower. My grandmother had them in her garden. She always had hollyhocks and bluebells, too.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“After lunch Nancy, Bess, and George drove to the eastern outskirts of River Heights to search for the larkspur house. They were riding along a shady country road. Nancy stopped in front of a small home where a woman was trimming the hedge. Under a nearby tree sat an old lady, shelling peas. “Excuse me,” said Nancy, “we’re trying to find a large house in this area that has lots of larkspur or bluebells around it. Do you know of such a place?” “Can’t say I do,” the woman replied. “What’d she say?” the old lady asked loudly. “Nothing, Mother. Just some house they’re looking for. She’s deaf,” the woman added to Nancy. “I heard that!” the mother said tartly. “And I heard ‘house’ and ‘bluebells.’ They’re lookin’ for the bluebell house. And I know just where it is!”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“Presently Jim turned onto the side road which led to the lake. When they reached it, the setting sun had turned the water to a golden color. A few sailboats, silhouetted against the red sky, were heading toward shore. “What a lovely scene!” Nancy exclaimed.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“An hour later Nancy, Ned, and their friends were watching the swimming races at Camp Hiawatha. In the fun and excitement she found it hard to remember the threat of danger. Cheers and singing filled the air as the young campers put all their high-spirited enthusiasm into the contests.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“Hours later Nancy was seated with Ned on a bench outside the gaily lighted porch of the yacht club. Lively music and singing came pulsing out the wide open doors and windows. “On a hunch I brought something for the chemistry expert,” she said, and handed him the envelope containing the bits of paper she had picked up in the woods. “I’m no expert,” he protested. Ned’s eyes filled with mischief. “You don’t expect me to look at this, do you, when I could be looking at you?” Nancy blushed and laughed. She was wearing a simple rose-colored formal and her hair was piled high with a gardenia tucked in it.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane

“Twenty minutes later father and daughter arrived at the greenhouse on the Blenheim estate. The display was beautiful, but the cut flowers were beginning to wilt. Nancy’s pulse quickened as she approached her own entry. “Dad!” she cried out. “Look!” Attached to her bouquet of larkspur was a dark-blue satin ribbon with the inscription FIRST PRIZE! “Nancy, that’s wonderful,” her father said. “Congratulations! Maybe you ought to give up solving mysteries and raise flowers.”
― Carolyn Keene, Password to Larkspur Lane