Indian Summer

Indian Summer

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by Tracy Richardson
     
 

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Twelve-year-old Marcie Horton isn’t looking forward to spending a lonely and boring summer at her grandparents’ lake cottage. Things take a turn for the eventful, however, when the woods near the cottage are threatened with development by the wealthy president of the university where Marcie’s parents teach. Guided by the spirit of a Native

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Twelve-year-old Marcie Horton isn’t looking forward to spending a lonely and boring summer at her grandparents’ lake cottage. Things take a turn for the eventful, however, when the woods near the cottage are threatened with development by the wealthy president of the university where Marcie’s parents teach. Guided by the spirit of a Native American girl, Marcie must unlock the secrets of the past in her quest to save the centuries-old forest from destruction. Her efforts are complicated, though, by her growing friendship with the university president’s popular daughter and the annual sailboat race, in which she finds herself competing on the team of the wealthy summer house owners against the local residents. Marcie’s success hinges on whether she can decipher the cryptic messages she receives from the mysterious spirit of the Native American girl before the woods—and perhaps something much more important—are lost forever.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781935462255
Publisher:
Luminis Books
Publication date:
01/05/2010
Pages:
198
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Indian Summer


By Tracy Richardson

Luminis Books

Copyright © 2010 Tracy Richardson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-935462-25-5


CHAPTER 1

Marcie's legs ache from pedaling up the Elm Street hill. She has to stand up the whole way using the weight of her body to push each pedal down, but now she's almost to the top. Only a few yards to go ... and she's not getting off her bike to walk. It isn't really a hill anyway, but a bridge over the railroad tracks. The Indian Trail that winds through town runs beside the tracks at this point. Indians lived here long before any settlers came to this part of Indiana and the name of the town is an Indian word — Winnetka — which means beautiful land. Even the middle school that Marcie attends is called Indian Trail Middle School.

Today is the last day of school. Maybe that's why I have the energy to ride my bike the whole way up the hill, Marcie thinks. The last day of school means the annual Children's Fair! The entire town looks forward to the Children's Fair as the unofficial start of summer. She is so glad to be done with Mrs. Steadman's math class! The whole summer is before her. Except that there isn't much to look forward to. She's going to spend a few weeks at her Mamaw and Poppy's cottage on Lake Pappakeechee — it sounds like fun, and she used to love going to "the cottage," but this year everything feels different. None of her friends are coming, and it won't be as good with only her brothers. She's almost a teenager, and she still has to spend part of her summer with her grandparents and her brothers! Boring.

At the crest of the hill, Marcie pauses to catch her breath before starting the ride down. She can see the village green spread out below her at the bottom of the hill. Usually a wide open space surrounded by giant maple trees, it's now covered with tents and booths, banners and balloons, and is starting to fill up with people. School lets out after only a half day on the last day of the year, and everyone is converging on the green to enjoy the rest of the day at the Children's Fair.

Eric, her older brother, is near the bottom of the hill veering off in the direction of the bike racks. He's only two years ahead of her in school, but by the way he acts sometimes you'd think he was ten years older. Having an older brother is not as exciting as the kids at school seem to think. They are always telling her things like "I saw your brother at lunch," or "There's your brother, Marcie," as if she wants to keep tabs on him every moment of the day. She sees enough of him at home.

After the short rest, her breathing is almost back to normal and her legs don't feel so rubbery. She checks to make sure the coast is clear to begin her descent. It will spoil the ride if she has to stop to avoid hitting anyone. She starts by simply lifting her feet from the ground and onto the pedals, letting the weight of the bicycle start her moving down the hill.

The bike moves slowly at first, then rapidly picks up speed. The closer she gets to the bottom, the faster she goes. Marcie feels the wind whipping past her face and tugging at her clothes. She loves this feeling of freedom. It feels like flying, she thinks, and she realizes that her hands are no longer grasping the handle bars and her feet aren't touching the pedals. She can't feel the bike beneath her — she's soaring through the air — she is flying! She tentatively stretches out her arms and the wind lifts her up to the level of the treetops. Her bike is below, still speeding down the hill, and she is gliding high above it all. It feels so natural and effortless. She tries moving to the left and to the right by shifting her body and for a few moments she just enjoys the feeling of flying. Then she lowers her arms, which causes her to slowly descend back to her bike. Placing her hands on the handles and her feet on the pedals she continues the rest of the way down the hill on her bike. Just before the speed gets out of control — just before she gets afraid — Marcie puts on the brakes and comes to a stop. Turning to look back up the hill, she thinks, did that really happen? Did I just fly? It was only for a few moments, but she definitely felt herself flying. How could it possibly be real, though? She has dreamed of flying before, but nothing as real as this. It must have been some kind of daydream. The ride down the hill and the sensation of flying has left her a little breathless and shaky, so she walks her bike the rest of the way over to the bike racks.

She pulls up next to Eric as he locks his bike to the rack and slides her bike into the next space. She wants to ask him if he saw her flying, but doesn't know how to bring it up without sounding weird. Saying, 'By the way, Eric, did you see me flying down the hill just a minute ago' is just too strange. He wouldn't believe her if she told him what happened anyway. She's not really sure if she believes it herself.

Eric takes off his helmet and smoothes down his wavy brown hair. Marcie pulls her straight strawberry-blond hair back into a ponytail with the elastic on her wrist. The temperature was already nearing 85 degrees when they left the house after lunch and now she wants the hair off her neck.

"Hey, Marcie!" She turns to see her best friend, Sara, running toward them, and all thoughts of flying are forgotten. "Where have you been? The Fair started half an hour ago." Sara looks over at Eric and smiles.

Eric quickly glances at her while he scans the crowd for his friends.

"Mom made us empty our backpacks after school," Marcie says, "and put away all our stuff." Marcie straightens up after locking her bike to the rack. "When did you get here?"

"Twenty minutes ago." Sara says. "Hey, Eric, Jonathan and Will were here. They said to meet them at the hay bale maze." She pauses and pushes her hair behind her ear. "Or ... you could come with us."

"Oh, uh, thanks, but ... I think I'll catch up with them."

Just then someone yells, "Eric!" They turn to see Jonathan and Will in front of the snow cone stand.

"Great! I'll see you guys later." Eric calls over his shoulder as he practically runs over to meet his friends, his long legs covering the distance quickly.

Sara's glance lingers on Eric as he runs off, then she sighs and says, "Well, I tried. Anyway, the races don't start until three, so we have time to wander around first. Do you want to go to the Maze?"

"Sure," Marcie says. The walls constructed of hay bale "bricks" are to their right. As they walk over, Marcie says, in what she hopes is a casual tone, "Sara, you know Eric isn't much interested in having a girlfriend yet." Marcie wonders why anyone would want Eric as a boyfriend, but she doesn't say so to Sara.

"I know, but I can still hope!" Sara throws an imaginary tennis ball in the air and whacks it with an imaginary racquet. Marcie and Sara are on the track team at school, and Sara is also on the tennis team. They are running in the 100-meter dash for their age group this afternoon. "In two years we'll be in the high school age group for the races. Can you believe it?! Two more years until high school." Sara says "high school" with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

"I know what you mean." She wonders how she will ever be ready for high school. She'd been worried about starting middle school and that had been fine, but high school seems different altogether.

Marcie has run in the races and won medals every year she can remember. They are displayed chronologically in a shadow box on the bookshelves in her room. The red, white, and blue ribbon of the first medal she won at age three is tattered and dirty from being worn constantly in the first few months. With each year the rows of ribbons are a little less shabby until three years ago when she stopped wearing them and just put the medals right into the box. The condition of the ribbons is as good as any picture to show her growing up. You couldn't see her getting older, but you knew it just the same.

Marcie gives herself a mental shake. She doesn't want to think about growing up today. "Let's go have some fun!"


The girls reach the entrance to the hay bale maze. The walls of the maze are over their heads and it's easy to get disoriented. Sara starts into the maze first. Marcie follows a few minutes later. She rounds the twists and turns of the passageway and then stops when it branches off in two different directions.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees the figure of a dark-haired girl beckon to her to take the left hand path, but when she turns to look, the figure is gone. Thinking that it's Sara teasing her, Marcie starts running down the left-hand path and calls out, "Sara, wait up!" When she rounds the corner, the girl is disappearing around the next corner and Marcie can see that she has long hair in a pony-tail and is wearing a light-brown dress with beading on it. Puzzled, she realizes that it can't be Sara. Sara has shoulder length hair and is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. As she continues through the maze the girl is always just ahead of her at the next turn, and when there is a choice of which direction to take she is there to show her which way to go, but never letting Marcie get close enough to really see her or talk to her. It's as if the girl is guiding Marcie through the maze, but always just out of reach. When Marcie rounds the last bend and can see the end of the maze, the girl isn't there. Thinking that she must have just come out of the maze, Marcie runs to catch her. She practically runs into Sara who is waiting for her at the exit doorway. The girl is gone.

"Hey! What's the big hurry?" asks Sara as she grabs onto Marcie's arms.

"How long have you been standing here? Did you see a girl just come out of the maze in a brown dress with her hair pulled back into a ponytail?"

"No, why?"

"I saw her in front of me in the maze. At first I thought it was you. She was always just ahead of me, and I could never catch up." Marcie pauses to catch her breath. "It was like she was guiding me through the maze. And her clothes were strange — she was barefoot and wearing a kind of tunic dress. It was really weird."

"It sounds weird, but I didn't see her. I don't know how she could have come out unless there are two ways to get to the end."

"That must be it. We must have come out by a different path than you did. That still doesn't explain why she was guiding me through the maze, though."

"Well, she's gone now. She was probably just messing with you. I'd forget about it."

"Yeah, I guess so." Marcie agrees, but she isn't really satisfied with that explanation.

When they hear the loudspeakers crackle and pop with the announcement for the beginning of the races, Sara is fastening a silvery metal necklace with a dolphin charm that Marcie won at one of the booths around Marcie's neck. She and Sara walk over to the monument where all the runners are gathered. They see her dad stretching against a tree. Marcie gets her speed from her dad, and he still likes to run in the annual races.

Casually, he says, "I thought I'd come by for the races since summer school doesn't start until next week. My schedule is flexible this afternoon." He's an English professor at the state university. Marcie isn't fooled. At breakfast this morning he had acted noncommittal about running in the races, but the rest of the family knew he couldn't stay away. "Good luck, ladies. See you at the finish line!"

Marcie and Sara go and stand under the banner for twelve year olds. Some of the other girls from the track team are there too. They all do a little stretching and warming up while the little kids have their races. The "track" is shortened for the preschoolers and the moms and dads stand at the finish line to cheer them on — and make sure they run in the right direction.

Finally their race is called. Marcie and Sara hold hands briefly and say "Good luck."

They line the girls up along the starting line. This race is just for fun, so there are no starting blocks, but Marcie still takes the racer's stance on one knee with her index finger and thumb aligned along the start line. She briefly looks over at the other girls. She knows most of them, but there are a few unfamiliar faces. Can she beat them? It seems like the whole town is watching the race from the sidelines. As usual before a race, her stomach flutters and her heart pounds in her chest.

The starter begins.

"On your mark," he shouts. Marcie holds herself still in the starting position.

"Get set." She comes up onto her hands and the balls of her feet.

"Go!" The starting gun explodes! Marcie pushes off with her feet and starts pumping with her arms as she rises up. In the beginning of a race all movement is slow motion. Like you are in one of those dreams where you are trying to run but can't because your legs are made of stone. Then suddenly she starts to go. Her fists are clenched. Arms reaching up and pulling back, up and back. Legs pounding — knees up, heels back, up and back, up and back. Kick, kick, kick. Faster, faster — she feels herself pulling away. Go, go, go, go!

She focuses on the finish line, feeling the fluid rhythm and power of her body. She imagines that she is pulling herself along a rope with her arms and kicking herself forward with her feet. Just a few more yards! She crosses the finish line first, a few steps ahead of the pack. Yes!

A volunteer with a gold banner across her chest runs toward Marcie, lifts her arm in the air and shouts, "First place!"

"Congratulations!" she says to Marcie. Sara's arm is held by a volunteer wearing a red banner that reads THIRD PLACE. Marcie gulps for air. The volunteers lead the winners over to the scorer's table and give them water bottles. Paula, another girl from the track team, has won second place. They give each other the team "high five." "Great job, Marce," says Sara between breaths, "but you always win."

Marcie feels a tug on her shirt. Looking down she sees her younger brother, Drew. "Great race, Marce, you were speedy," he says. Drew is seven and just finished first grade.

"Thanks, Drewster," says Marcie as she ruffles his sandy brown hair. "Mom!" she says as her mom comes up and gives her a hug.

"First place again!" her mom says smiling, the corners of her eyes crinkling into familiar laugh lines. Her strawberry blond hair, green eyes, and freckles were passed on to Marcie, but otherwise they don't really look alike. Marcie doesn't really look like either of her parents. More like a blending of both of their features. "Did you see your dad?" She winks at Marcie.

"Of course — he's by the monument waiting for his race." She indicates the direction with a nod of her head. They reach the scorer's table and Marcie turns to give her name to the woman seated in front of her. The woman exclaims to her mother, "Well hello, Jill. Is this first place winner your daughter?"

"Yes, this is Marcie." Turning to Marcie she says, "This is Abby Swyndall. Her husband is the new President of the university."

"Nice to meet you," replies Marcie. She feels a trickle of sweat run down her back between her shoulder blades and wishes she had something to wipe the sweat off her face.

Mrs. Swyndall asks, "Aren't you going into seventh grade in the fall?" Marcie nods. "My daughter Kaitlyn is in your grade. Do you know her?"

"Yes, she's in a couple of my classes." Marcie does know her, but after starting school last fall, Kaitlyn moved easily into the "popular" group, so they didn't socialize much. She is momentarily distracted by Drew pulling on her shirt again to get her attention and tell her about the prizes he won that afternoon.

Over Drew's excited chatter, she hears her mom and Mrs. Swyndall talking. "Oh, yes, we'll be up at the lake this summer. Our summer house is finally finished, so we want to enjoy it," Mrs. Swyndall is saying. As she talks, her hands flutter in the air with a swirl of bright coral nail polish and the jangle of charms on her bracelet. "What about you?"

"Marcie and the boys are going to stay at my parents' cottage for a few weeks. I have a dig out west, and Paul will be working with his graduate students." Marcie's mom is an archaeologist and works part time at the university. Today she looks the part in khaki shorts, a light blue t-shirt, sandals, and a straw hat to shield the sun. Marcie thinks her mom looks casual and comfortable compared to Mrs. Swyndall in her flowered Capri pants and matching top. On the dig this summer Marcie's mom is taking a group of students to work on a new discovery of Native American sites in Utah. "We're going up there tomorrow to drop the kids off." Marcie's mom glances over at her. "This one isn't too excited because none of her friends can go this year."

"I have the perfect solution!" Mrs. Swyndall exclaims. "Kaitlyn is spending a few weeks at the lake with me and her older brother Kyle." She turns to Marcie. "This will work out so nicely — the two of you can get together." She taps her fingernails on the table. "We did a lot of sailing back east. We've joined the yacht club, but haven't met the other families yet. Do you sail?"


(Continues...)

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Tracy Richardson is the author of The Field. She lives in Indiana.

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Indian Summer 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
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I loved this book at first I was not sure about it but it was great
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BillyB More than 1 year ago
Indian Summer BY: Tracy Richardson PUBLISHED BY: Luminis Books PUBLISHED IN: 2010 ISBN: 978-1-935462-25-5 Pages: 200 Reviewed by Billy Burgess Ages: Middle Grade In "Indian Summer," Marcie Horton is a twelve-year-old who loves to win competitions, especially bike races. She's not looking forward to her summer vacation this year. She spending the summer at her grandparent's lake cottage on Lake Pappakeechee. Kaitlyn Swyndall is the only other girl she knew there, but Kaitlyn is a rich, snobby girl. Marcia befriends some other kids at the lake, and is looking forward to the upcoming boat race. The woods, James Woods, surrounding the lake is going to be torn down by a wealthy developer, Mr. Swyndall. He is the president of the university where Marcie Horton's parents teach, and he is also the father of Kaitlyn. Marcia is starting to like her, so things start to get complicated. Marcia begins to have strange visions of a mysterious spirit. Could it be Indians? "Indian Summer," is a easy, fast read. I read it in one sitting. The author likes to "tell" more often than "showing" in her writing. The plot is simple - a pre-teen girl tries to stop a wealthy developer from destroying the centuries-old forest. I've read dozens of similar plots before, this is nothing new. The ending of the book is predictable. The main character, Marcia, is fun, energetic and likeable. Despite the book's downfalls, I still enjoyed reading it. Note: I would like to thank the Author for sending me this complimentary copy to review.
Zena_Zee More than 1 year ago
I was drawn to the title of this book and found that although it is a "Young Adult" selection, I enjoyed it tremendously. I have recommened the book to several friends who have younger readers at home (for their children and to read themselves). Ms. Richardson does a great job of drawing her characters and making them interesting and believable. Her story invoked memories of visits to the lake, the lazy days of summer and the challenges we face growing up in making the right choices. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and look forward to more from this author.
Flamingnet More than 1 year ago
The book Indian Summer is about this one girl named, Marcie Horton. In the beginning of the book it starts off when Marcie is having her last day of school party. Marcie is riding her bike to the party and all of a sudden something incredible happens. (If you want to know the incredible thing you should start off by getting and then reading this book, Indian Summer). Well anyway, Marcie does not know if she is imagining it or if it is really happening. Then Marcie is riding her bike normally again. Once Marcie gets to the party she finds her best friend, Sara to hang out with each other. Sara and Marcie race together with a few other people. After the race is over Sara and Marcie go inside a maze. In the middle of the race Marcie can't see Sara any where. Marcie sees this one girl who is sort of leading Marcie to the end of the maze. Right when Marcie gets to the finish line the girl is gone. Marcie asks Sara if she saw a girl come out of the maze, but Sara said,'no' and Sara said,'You probably came out a different exit.' 'Yeah that's probably it.' Says Marcie. The party is over and Marcie has to get up early to leave for her trip to her grandparent's cottage. Usually Marcie has been having these dreams about the incredible thing that happened in the beginning of the book and a thing about her other friend Katherine's dad about destroying woods that are important to Marcie and her family. If you want to know more about this book buy it and read it. Also this would be a good book for people that like mysteries because it's fun to solve the mysteries in this book before the answer are told. This review that I'm writing about is from the book, Indian Summer. First things first, I did like the book but did not think it was the best book ever. In the book there is some parts here and there that were confusing. For example there was a part about how to use a boat and the particular parts. Another thing that was confusing when the author used too many he, she and them. I disliked that because I didn't know the author was talking about. Even people who don't like long books would like this book because once you start you want to finish even though there's 200 pages in this book. This book taught me a lot about Native Americans. If you are one of those people that like to learn about Native Americans I recommend this book to you. I still recommend this book to others if you can wait from the boring parts to the action parts. This book has more action parts than boring parts. Right when you open to the first page the action begins. Reviewed by a young adult student reviewer Flamingnet Book Reviews Teen books reviewed by teen reviewers
onyx9 More than 1 year ago
Spending most of the summer at her grandparents house out at Lake Pappakeechee, Marcie Horton was not sure if her mothers plan for her to spend time with and go sailing with the "popular girl" Kaitlyn Swyndall would be a good idea. Suddenly she started having feelings of flying and being drawn to James Bay and the woods behind it, then finding out that her new friends dad, Mr. Swyndall, was planning on developing the woods into a new gated community of summer homes made Marcie more uneasy about her growing friendship with Kaitlyn. Bonds were forming while training with the Swyndall kids for the Regatta boat race to be held on July 4th, but how would Marcie's desire to prevent Mr. Swyndall from building in James woods effect their relationship? When the visions of another time and another girl continued to intrigue Marcie, she and her brother join forces with a family friend (Al Depena) to find a way to stop the development and possibly preserve something of import. A slow start to this cute and inspirational story. While already dealing with several aspects of being a teenager, Marcie encounters some real moral issues. The way she deals with having visions, overhearing a private conversation and deciding how to stop the woods she loves from being lost to a developer, helps to show her what kind of person she is. She could have given in to peer pressure and left the whole issue alone, but instead she figured out what she felt was the right thing to do and did it. That seems to be the theme, even though she has a few bad moments (eavesdropping and stealing), overall she does what she thinks is right and it works out well. This is quite obviously a young adult book with a long introduction to Marcie and the other characters. While it takes a long time to get to the point, the story is still a interesting one with a few supernatural events and one exciting boat race that didn't end the way I expected it to. I really liked the interaction with Al, the deference that the younger characters offer him is very nice to see.
TOMT61 More than 1 year ago
Indian Summer is targeted at the YA or "tweener" audience and at 212 pages, this slim paperback should not be intimidating to younger readers. I recently had the opportunity to read and review an advanced copy of this book by Tracy Richardson. The protagonist, twelve-year-old Marcie Horton, faces a number of conflicts and personal challenges during summer vacation at her grandparents' cottage along Lake Pappakeechee in Indiana. What sets Indian Summer apart is Richardson's approach. Unlike many stories in this genre, Richardson presents conflicts and issues that are subtly shaded with no clear good vs. bad, right vs. wrong. This real world treatment of complex social and environmental issues places Indian Summer a notch above similar stories. Marcie's first conflict comes early in the story when she and her friends encounter a group of cliquish girls from school, and she subsequently finds herself thrown together with one of the girls, Kaitlyn Swyndall. Richardson's ability to create complex, yet realistic relationships begins to be revealed at this point. Kaitlyn friendship offers access to the lake's exclusive yacht club and an opportunity to crew in the big regatta. In counterpoint, accepting it could place Marcie at odds with longtime friends. Adding yet another layer, Kaitlyn proves to be a nice, if somewhat shallow, individual. To add to Marcie's confused and conflicted feelings, she discovers that Kaitlyn's father has secret plans to develop James Woods, a wilderness area and long time recreation destination of local residents. Her desire to aggressively fight development of the woods is complicated by the fact that Mr. Swyndall is president of the college where the both of Marcie's parents work. Issues of loyalty, personal values, and integrity unfold as Marcie tries to balance the various conflicts. Robertson does an admirable job of presenting balanced views of the issues forcing Marcie to carefully weigh alternatives before acting. To add additional depth and suspense to the story, Marcie begins to experience paranormal episodes in which she flies, interacts with an ancient Native American girl and senses that a close friend, miles away, is in critical need. This element contributes a dreamlike dimension to the story that is somewhat reminiscent of Robert McCammon's novel Boy's Life. It is worthy of note that the story is written entirely in present tense from a third person, omnipotent point of view. This is an unusual combination and I must admit that it took several chapters to become accustomed to this style. Overall, Indian Summer is a thoughtfully written story requiring the reader to consider a number of value judgments along the way. For the YA reader, it will be an entertaining and informative read.
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harstan More than 1 year ago
Twelve-year-old Marcie Horton looks forward to the last day of school especially no math for the summer. The last day of school means the fun symbolic Children's Fair in which she always wins the foot race. However, as she pedals up the hill she dreads spending a few boring weeks at the isolated cottage of Mamaw and Poppy on Lake Pappakeechee. At her grandparents' cottage, Marcie is bored until she learns university President Swyndall plans to have the nearby James Woods torn down for a development project. She feels strongly opposed to destroying this ancient thriving forest. Encouraged by a Native American Adena girl's spirit, Marcie pushes to find a way to prevent the destruction of the pristine woods. At the same time, she becomes friends with Kaitlyn Swyndall, daughter of her opponent, as they are part of the same team for the upcoming regatta. Finally Marcie fears her intervention could cost her parents their jobs as each works at the university. This is an enjoyable young adult tale that focuses on how a courageous but frightened tweener sees things in an adult world. Marcie is terrific as she fears her intrusion will harm her parents since she does not fully comprehend tenure, but also feels she must do the right thing re the Adena girl's spirit. Although the solution to how she earns the respect of the Swyndall family simplifies a complex issue of development vs. environment and ultimately heritage, middle school fans will enjoy Marcie's charming Indian Summer. Harriet Klausner