jack stared out his bedroom window.
The rain kept falling. And falling.
"the TV said it would stop by noon,"
said Annie, his seven-year-old sister.
"It's already past noon," said jack.
"But we have to go to the tree house,"
said Annie. "I have a feeling the M person
will be there today."
jack pushed his glasses into place and took a deep breath. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet the M person yet. The mysterious person who had put all the books in the magic tree house.