The Ghost of Cutler Creek Quotes

“This’ll be our rough draft,” Allie said.
Dub laughed. “Mr. Henry would be so proud.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Can I trust you two to stay here today with Hoover while I’m at the store?” she asked.
“Yes, Mom,” Allie said sheepishly. Dub nodded.
“No daring rescues? No slipping off to solve a crime better left to the police?”
“No, Mom. Honest.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“We’re going to have to decide what the consequences will be,” he said to Allie, and she saw Mr. Whitwell nod in Dub’s direction.
Oh well, thought Allie, at least we’re in trouble together.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Hi, Dub” Allie called. “Where’s your bike? Oh, I forgot. At the bean plant, with mine.”
“I had to walk all the way over here,” Dub said grumpily.
“Poor baby,” Mrs. Nichols teased.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“I’m proud of you and Dub,” he told her as they headed up the stairs to bed. “And I’m glad you’re safe. But tomorrow we’re going to have to talk about this business of sneaking out of the house.” He kissed her good night and looked at her, his stern expression changing to one of wonder. “I can’t believe you bit his arm.”
Allie laughed. “Neither can I.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“This got anything to do with that wild-goose chase Officer Burke went on earlier?” the policeman asked.
Allie saw Dub’s face flush. “Yeah,” he mumbled.
The policeman sighed. “All right. Let’s go inside.” He opened the door of the cab, and Dub and Allie got out. “Whew,” he said, wrinkling his nose.
“It’s the puppies,” Allie explained. “They’re not very clean.”
With a grimace, the policeman said, “I can see this is going to be one of those nights.”
You can say that again, thought Allie.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“He can’t catch us now.”
It took a moment before L.J. was able to communicate that news to his foot.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Pedaling down the toad, Allie looked back over her shoulder so often that she felt lucky not to crash.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“What would I want with dog food?”
His jeering tone was really getting on Allie’s nerves.
“Oh, I get it. You think I’m so hard up, that’s what I gotta eat. Is that it?”
Allie stared at him. Why would he say such a thing?
Dub explained calmly, “We heard dogs barking when we were here before. The treats are for them.”
As any normal person would have realized, Allie thought.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Man,” said Dub, lifting a dripping, muddy sneaker and examining it. “What is this, the Black Lagoon?”
“Keep going,” Allie urged him. “If we stop, we might sink in this stuff and never be seen again.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Okay,” Dub whispered back, then added, “Why are we whispering?”
Allie giggled and Dub grinned. It made her feel braver.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“That’s a mighty big perch,” Allie said. “The biggest one I ever saw was maybe this long.” She held her hands ten inches apart.
“Well, this one was humongous, right, Dad?”
“It sure was,” Mr. Nichols answered, winking at Allie. “And it’s been getting bigger all afternoon.”
“The mark of a true fisherman,” Mrs. Nichols said with a laugh.
“What is?” Michael asked, looking down at himself as if expecting to see some sort of mark on his chest.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“I assume, of course, that these things are made under the strictest sanitary conditions.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Allie said. “The kitchen at our headquarters is immaculate.”
She felt herself starting to smile, and Dub pushed her quickly out of the shop. Once outside, she collapsed in a fit of giggles.
“Oh, that’s real businesslike, Al,” Dub said. “Are you trying to blow the whole deal?”
“Sorry,” Allie said, gasping, “but she was too much!” She imitated Enid’s loud, grating voice.
Dub began to grin, too.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Remember when Hoover came on our field trip to the apple farm and we found her in the barn rolling in cow manure?” Dub was saying.
The class groaned.
“On the way there you were all fighting over who got to sit with her on the bus,” Mr. Henry said. “But on the way back, as I recall, she was all mine.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“You’re kidding, right?” Dub asked wide-eyed.
“We’ve got to at least try them.”
Dub sniffed the bone a few times. “I promise you, Allie, if this thing kills me, my ghost will definitely come back to haunt you.”
“Except I’ll be dead, too. So there,” said Allie.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“Oh, now I get it,” said Dub. “They lose weight because they never eat more than one!”
Mrs. Nichols laughed and said, “I have to admit I had the same thought when I was shopping for the ingredients, Dub.”
Allie scowled. “Dub, I thought you came over to help.”
“I did,” Dub said. “I’m trying to help poor Hoover.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek

“And I’m making a collar for Mr. Henry.”
“Oh, he’ll look terrific in that,” said Dub. “Don’t forget a matching leash.”
― Cynthia C. DeFelice, The Ghost of Cutler Creek