Thirteen-year-old Darcy devises a clever plan of escape, involving bribing the guard dogs and disturbing a wasp's nest, after she and her three charges are kidnapped.
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Baby-Sitting Is a Dangerous Job
I knew the minute I saw the Foster kids that I wasn’t going to like being their baby-sitter.
There were three of them. Shana was the little one, about two and a half, and she was cute. I thought maybe she’d be all right. She had soft blonde hair and big blue eyes, and she said my name, plain as anything, right after me when her mother asked me what it was. “Darcy Ann Stevens,” Shana echoed, and leaned against my leg.
“And do they call you Darcy Ann, or just Darcy?” Mrs. Foster asked, smiling. Only she wasn’t just Mrs., she was a psychiatrist, and my friend Irene said everybody called her doctor. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to address her, so I hadn’t called her anything at all.
“Just Darcy,” I said.
I looked at the middle one, whose name was Melissa. She was four, and she was cute, too; her brown hair curled, but she stuck out her lower lip and looked at me with those big dark eyes and said, “I don’t want you for a sitter.”
Mrs./Dr. Foster smiled again. “Don’t be rude, dear. Of course you’re going to like Darcy as a sitter. And this, Darcy, is Jeremy. He’s six.”
Jeremy, too, had dark hair and the same dark eyes. When his mother looked away from him, he stuck his tongue out at me. He didn’t say anything.
“I understand you’ve had quite a bit of experience baby-sitting, Darcy,” Mrs./Dr. Foster said. She turned directly toward me on the big oatmeal-colored couch, and Jeremy, behind her back, stuck his thumbs in his ears and wiggled his fingers at me. “You’re how old? Fourteen?”
“Well, nearly,” I said. “I’m thirteen and a half.” I was only stretching it by three months. “Yes, I’ve been babysitting since I was eleven.”
“Eleven,” she echoed. “That’s very young to start. You must be quite mature for your age.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Everybody says so. It probably comes from having two little brothers. I helped take care of them, too.”
Now Jeremy had a finger in each corner of his mouth, stretching it to make a grotesque face. Melissa looked at him and copied his actions. I was already having second thoughts about this.
In the first place, I’d never taken on three kids before. And none of the children I’d baby-sat had ever lived in a place like this, either.
“Well,” Mrs./Dr. Foster said. “Your references are certainly good ones.” She handed the letters back to me, and I rested them on my knees. “Shall we see you tomorrow afternoon, then, Darcy? Say at one o’clock? I can’t tell you how happy we are to have found someone reliable to see to the children while Mrs. Murphy is having her root canals done. I’m sure they’re going to love you.”
Jeremy had his tongue out again, wiggling it like a serpent’s tongue; I wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a little steam with it, or a blast of fire. Melissa watched him to see what he did and imitated it a moment later.
Mrs./Dr. Foster stood up, so I did, too.
“We didn’t discuss pay, did we?” Mrs./Dr. Foster said, hesitating as we reached the front door. She named an hourly rate that was twice what anybody else paid me, and I swallowed the words I’d almost been ready to say. Maybe you’d better find someone older, more experienced with three kids. “Will that be satisfactory?” she asked. “Of course, we always pay a bonus for a job well done.”
A bonus. On top of twice my normal hourly rates. I ignored Jeremy’s wicked little face and forced myself to smile. “I’ll be here tomorrow at one,” I agreed.
My brother Tim was waiting for me at the curb in his beat-up old Volkswagen. He leaned across and opened the door for me—because it sticks, not because he was polite—and I slid in.
“Well, get the job?” he asked.
“Yes. I start tomorrow afternoon.”
He put the car in gear and turned the key, but didn’t drive away. He was looking at the Foster house. “Pretty ritzy place. What’s it like inside?”
“Fancy,” I said. “There’s a swimming pool out back. I saw it through the patio doors.”
He lifted his eyebrows. Tim looks like the rest of us in the Stevens family. We all, except Mom, have red hair and freckles. Her hair is auburn, and I keep hoping mine will get darker when I get older, so it will look like hers. “They going to let you swim in it?”
“I guess while I’m baby-sitting I can swim if I want to,” I said. “Nobody mentioned it.”
“How’d you like the kids?”
I made a face. “Little brats, I think. Still it’s only for a couple of hours a day on the afternoons when the housekeeper, Mrs. Murphy, goes to the dentist for root canal work. I should be able to stand it for a few hours a day. And she said there’d be a bonus if I did a good job.”
“Sounds good. Maybe you’ll make enough to get your own stereo on this one job instead of taking all summer,” Tim said.
“I hope so. I think I’m going to earn it.” I told him about the two older ones making faces at me, and how Melissa had said she didn’t want me for a sitter.
Tim laughed and eased the car away from the curb. “I can’t bring you over every day and pick you up. You’ll have to ride your bike.”
“Okay,” I said. I swiveled around in the seat to look back at the big Spanish-style house I’d just come out of. We don’t live in the part of the country where Spanish-style houses are plentiful; it really stood out in this neighborhood of huge, expensive houses.
And because I turned to look, I saw the car that pulled out behind us. It was black, almost as beat-up as Tim’s Volkswagen, not the kind of car you’d expect in this part of town. The sun reflected off the windshield, so I couldn’t see who was driving, or how many people were in it.
“I think we’re being followed,” I joked.
“It’s because we look like we’re rich,” Tim said, glancing in the rearview mirror. “I mean, that’s who they’d follow to rob, right? Somebody with a classy car.”
“Right,” I said, and settled back for the ride home. The funny thing was, when we turned off onto our own street, that black car was still behind us. I saw it when we went around the corner.
“Tim,” I began, but he wasn’t listening. He was looking toward our house, a big old-fashioned place with a veranda across the front of it, where three teenaged boys were sitting on the steps drinking pop out of cans.
“Hey, the gang’s here. We’re supposed to be going out to the river to swim. It’s lucky your interview didn’t take any longer, because if I’d missed going, I’d have disowned you.”
Since he disowned me about twice a day, that wasn’t too upsetting. I did wonder about the car, though. When we bumped into the driveway, I craned my neck to see where the other car went.
It didn’t stop, but kept on right past our house. There were two men in it; I couldn’t make out any more than that.
I had to wait for Tim to open the door before I could get out. The guys on the steps waved and yelled, and Tim got out and trotted toward them.
I stood for a minute, looking after the mysterious black car. It traveled slowly along to the next corner and turned as if to go back toward State Street, which is the main street in Marysville, the one we’d just turned off.
Just somebody driving around, maybe lost, I decided. After all, why would anybody follow us?
I went past the boys and into the house. Inside I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and forgot about the car. It didn’t have anything to do with me. How could it?
Meet the Author
Willo Davis Roberts wrote many mystery and suspense novels for children during her long and illustrious career, including The Girl with the Silver Eyes, The View from the Cherry Tree, Twisted Summer, Megan’s Island, Baby-Sitting Is a Dangerous Job, Hostage, Scared Stiff, The Kidnappers, and Caught! Three of her children’s books won Edgar Awards, while others received great reviews and other accolades, including the Sunshine State Young Reader’s Award, the California Young Reader’s Medal, and the Georgia Children’s Book Award.
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Baby-sitting is a dangerous job is a really good book it is a mystery book. It is about a 13 year old girl named Darcy and she babysits three kids that are named Shana, Melissa, and Jeremy. When she first went to her interview to meet the Fosters, the kids acted bratty and mean. So the next day she went over to babysit them. She was reading them a book then all the sudden the two kids Shana and Jeremy got into stuff. That day a black car followed her home. Then one day when Darcy was babysitting the alarm went off, so they called the police and they came. They said maybe one of the kids set it off. So then another time she was babysitting when the kids came up missing and she was looking for them when somebody grabbed her and she recognized who they was and said it out loud. If you want to know what happens next you will have to read the book Baby-sitting is a dangerous job by Willo Davis Roberts. Willo Davis Roberts is a wonderful writer. She writes all kinds of books. She writes books and you can feel the emotions. When you pick up one of her books and start reading it is to stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG!!! Absoulutly LOVE This Book..... I Read It Twice And Still was In The Edge Of My Seat. I Just Love The Cleverness Of This Book And Some Of The Things You Can Predict But My Gosh I Totally Reconmend It.....Darcy Is So Smart And Shana is SO SO SO Cute And Funny.....Absoulutly Worth Your Money.....Hope You Enjoy Because I KNOW I Did.
Darcy really needs a job. She had already gone to five different interviews and nobody liked her. So when she saw a rich house she tought they would pay her good so she decided to ask if they needed someone to baby-sitt. When finally someone said yes she met the kids and totally knew that it was going to be a nightmare!
this book was the best i frist thought it was so boring i would fall asleep. but i endded up likeing it so much!!!!!!!!!!!!
At first the book was boring but the more I read the more I was there!I felt like i was on that mattress,on that roof,I could hear those wasps buzzing around me,I could feel Mellisa's hand in Darcy's!!I felt like I was Darcy!!!Willo Davis is an awesome writer,I want to be able to write like her,to be able to make others feel the way I do!!!Everyone should read this and many more books written by her!!!
I love this book and i would read it 1 million times if i could. I am going to buy the book as soon as posible. I love this book
Willo I havn't read the book yet but I'm going to but I hear that it is a good book I will write back when I'm done reading the book.
When Darcy gets the job baby-sitting the Foster kids she though it would be easy but it wasn't. While she was reading to them Jimmy sneaks out and calls his Uncle Rick that lives in Hawaii. Later the girls put on there mothers make-up. Then her best friends dad and two brothers kidnapped them. Now it is up to Darcy to save them and herself. Will the make it out alive or will they have to stay? Read the book and find out for youself.
This book, Babysitting is a Dangerous Job, was a spectacular book, i was left on the edge of my seat the whole time, i am very glad that i picked this book for my book report, and i think that this book should be required to read for students during a certain mystery unit... i couldn't put it down! TWO THUMBS UP!!!
This book is great. I had never read such a great book until I read this book. If you like kids then you will also like this book. It taught me a lot about baby-sitting too. I am so glad I read it.
This was a pretty good book. She is a really good author. She could have cut a few parts out though.
Great Suspence! Thrilling terror! Wonderful Mystery! I read this book in the second grade, and now I'm in the sixth, and I still remember how great the suspence was in this book!